Untraditional Woman  

Before You Say Farewell
By: Azza El Wakeel

Your first cup of love
Tasted sweet
The second bitter
Will the third be killing me?
You; my last amazing stations
My last heart beats
I read that some people
Are like ice
They long for sun warmth
To slip inside them
But are afraid to thaw
Were you an icy man?
Hidden out of fearing me
And preferred to forget!
After you I gathered my sun threads
And drew my eyes with sorrows
Your love changed into an alcohol fall
That pours into my wounded heart
Your memory is the secret
Of my flowing tears
No religion would accept
The pain you're causing me
Come; bring your next cup
Even if it's poisoned
I'm not frightened
I'm filled with desire
To die the most delightful death
If there's some mercy in your heart
Promise me one last wish
Before you say farewell
Make me drunk one more time
From a cup of your sweet happiness