Arabian Anas
A Greek god
But Arabian
My own Aladdin
Yet too afraid to claim
His every feature speaks
Love and companionship
His body is a chiseled sculpture of Michelangelo
Indeed
The hues of his lips are like
To a sweet, juicy plum
Celestial monarch disguised peasant
I owe a forever admiration
Even when Life claims his body
Loyal is my only vocabulary
My only trait
My love is that which is unattainable
Anas
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