Ancient Migrant is one of Charbel Baini's books translated by Mirna Nihme

Your perfume

 

Every fragrance on this earth

comes from your smell

Maybe jasmine, maybe roses,

No body can tell

Your perfume my love

Is a secret one

If I smell it more

Maybe I can tell,

And I ring the bell.


Don't tell me stay

Away from me

You'll kill my day

In front of me


Any Lucky man

Who smells your hair

He will fly

Over the sky

Only me my love

I’ll be waiting there

Like a gentleman

You may look at me,

Now and then.


Give me a date to meet your dad

I will confess my love to you

I wouldn’t care if he gets mad

He should know: My love is true

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