Monday, October 4, 2010

The Robber

My love covers me like a coat
He keeps me warm in winter
And shades my skin from the sun

Last year as I was going home late at night
a man put a knife in my ribs
and told me to give him my coat.

I am not an idiot.
I gave it to him straight away.
To tell you the truth, I haven’t missed it.

If anyone should ever demand it,
I would hand over my Love just as fast.
You wouldn’t even have to threaten me.

Although my Beloved is mine
He does not belong to me.
I wish I could give Him away to everyone.

Najat says, If a robber would put my Beloved on like a coat
The only thing he would ever need to steal again
are kisses.

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