It is not a surprise that you see at all!
All poets are in love!
You see beauty, and we are surprised.
As I write this, your Beloved waits
Where you hold the unveiled,
Where we all wait for love,
Yet we, excluding you, do not know how
To shiver from a dizzy kiss in the arms of love.
You see your Beloved’s hand on a golden shore
Wreathed in jasmine, bathed in moonlight,
And we, we keep our wings in your hand
Learning your subtlety.
(c) A Hannan