The Endeared Nour - Poetry

By Dr. Bani Hani

I feel somber…I feel sad
Lovely Nour…is the cure
She is smiling…not a dour
Gorgeous…polite…not a boor

If I had more of Nour
I'll be rich…and won't be poor

Cheerful…happy…not a gloom
Lovely Nour…has a pride
She ascended…to the height

Peaceful…tolerant…and no spites

She is a great… pretty queen
Charming…nice…and very bright
She is smart…and she is light
A beauty…comforts…and delights
Tender…sweet…and she is might

Her problems…are so slight

In my blood…she swims

On my heart…she slides

Beautiful…quite…and sublime
With a soul…so blithe
With good deeds…she is in love

And bad things…she derides

Vivid…lucid…in my mind
Soft spoken…and pleasant smile
Standing always…in my sight

Standing always…in my side

She is kind…and she is neat

Atop my heart…she has peaked
To my soul…she has sneaked

With compassion…and brilliant feats

Seeing she…is a feast

Loving her…is a treat

With hugs and kisses…she fights

Lovely Nour…is a delight

Lovely Nour… condescend

Talk to me…and don't resent

My heart…can not bear
My esteem…don't offend
O Nour…you are a delight

I'm in need…to your love…
My heart…you confined

Abandoning me…is a condign
Lovely Nour…you are a cure

Dedicated to Nour Bani Hani
20/01/2009