Will I write a love poem?
It is not easy and I have not written one before.
Yet, perhaps the sea,
truly aquamarine blue, even effervescent
in this city inspires me to admit how much
I love you.
The sound of your voice,
Your lips,
Your coarse black hair,
The tiny hairs that cover your body.
The curly, wiry hair in that place below.
Yes, a love poem this shall be,
from Beirut,
with love...
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