That blows me all out of gloom
She’s like a chronic figment
Coming in a skin pigment
She is like a morning mist,
Like a goddess to be kissed.
She’s like a trophy rebab,
With whizzy strings hard to grab
She’s wholly beyond reproach,
Shielded with the brightest brooch.
She’s beyond any single torment,
Without her, I shall lament.
She’s well like wispy cirrus,
Whence a drop of words cheer us.
She’s like a literary book;
Some wits are there when I look.
She’s all the air I long breathe,
With her I shall never seethe.
She’s my real joy on this earth,
From whence so she let me worth.
She’s like a kind of brandy,
Luscious, tasty and handy.
She’s somehow a bit wayward
When pursuing a reward.
She’s cute like a coral reef;
Her scent’s a comfy relief.
She’s like the vault of heaven,
On me from Allah given.
Walid Boureghda is an Algerian poet, working as an Administrative Executive at Sonatrach-Agip Group. He holds a a B.A degree in the English Language and Literature from the University of BATNA in Algeria.