WHEN from thy city comes blowing the cool wind,
Thy sweet memories begin to smell in my mind
Like a new-born rose; and a smile to dance
On my face pushing me into the world of romance.
A fresh zeal arises from the depths of my thrilled heart,
To write a passionate poem on thy every art-
And my heart wants, in thy love, a melodious song,
Sitting at the river bank, I may sing all day long.
O, love, how sweet! if even thou with me be there,
A fun might be created in the waves motion of the river;
I could be lost in thy intoxicating eyes, thou in mine,
No more pretty scene will be worth further to be seen.
Shuaib Saifi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-wind-comes-from-thy-city/
