Worn like an armor plate 
Or a badge of honor to adore 
my amour for you found in fate 
 
From two came four 
Doubly blessed,  
 
Who could have guessed? 

Carved Ginsu clean from cold flesh 
As if sushi garnished with lemon zest 
In a whirlwind of brush strokes that beat 
Cut deep in heart – written in red, now complete 

I love you like a native 
With a word that cuts  
To the core - Love, like my heart,  
Once at war, now in art. 

My love for you knows no borders, 
Crosses cultures, has no nation 
Leaps through language 
Needs no translation 

Simply sarang 
In plain black  
Letters etched in mind 
And sent from the heart. 

Curved in cursive 
Yet straight in view 
Something Semitic 
To remind me of you  
 
A narrative of North Africa 
And the vast Arab world 
From mid-east to Asia  
Forever true. 

Laughing it read 
From the heart and the head 
To pronounce its passion  
Through a thread of arcs and arches, bends and bows,  
Across the mind it marches, with so much unsaid…  
But you must now know. It’s you I chose! 

The romance of Bangladesh 
Backed in black and red of flesh  
Enmeshed in an literary embrace,  
Draped in a dance and entirely encased  
In the deadly drama of love and lace 
But still protected by the hearts true grace. 

Greek gods, twas written, 
Hordes of men had smitten 
But you’ve hooked my heart 
In this black art. 

Pen gripped and slid  
Down inkwell black, and double dipped  
Then out came Castillian script  
Rich and red – my heart had flipped.  

Authored here in a Hebrew prayer 
Carefully crafted, dark and didactic 
Sharp edged, a hint of despair.  
… such a dangerous tactic. 
 
A soul bared, open hearted, I wait. 
Shared in public, never parted, for fate 
Has a destination decided; 
The mind undevided.  
 
This love has formed,  
I’ve been transformed  

Have you heard a Swede 
Speak of love’s need? 
It’s a sound so harshly sweet 
Echoing front to back to unseat 
The senses, a stampede of emotion  
Yet incomplete in notion… 
 
It stretches beyond the word,  
the heart in motion,  
so simply absurd 
yet undeterred it chimes 
in the head it rhymes 
to clearly convey the heart’s devotion.