Who is that man standing nearby?
Different from all I ever met...
Staring at him can’t help but sigh –
Looks like a sheikh, frankly, I bet.
Almond-shaped eyes, cinnamon skin,
White dishdasha so as his teeth,
Neatly trimmed beard covers the chin,
Radiant smile shows me his bliss.
So that’s the smile aimed at my face,
So that’s the gaze full of allure...
My knees give way, heart is in race –
He feels the same, I can assure.
I wanna know what’s in his mind?
What if he starts talking to me?
Should I step up or stand behind?
Prudence of mine forces to flee.
Flee from this place, flee from his eyes
‘Cause there’s a threat we may go mad.
Mutual desire can’t be disguised,
It should be stopped, stopped as a fad!
Stopped to prevent bigger mistakes,
Not to become painfully hurt.
Someday you’ll thank my having brakes...
Sometimes we must confront the flirt.
So that’s goodbye, even too soon,
Even we both don’t wanna part.
Never forget moments in June
Once and for all left in the heart.