Who Am I? – Poem

Safi, Morocco

“Who am I?” She burst into a bitter wail;

“I am just a heavy burden; I am stale!”

You’re the lovely princess of a fairy tale,

You‘re the very woman beside the female,

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You are the soft second half of the male,

The mother, the fuel of our wheel and sail;

You are the one who makes us all inhale

Pure air and the bad air you get us exhale.

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You’re behind, boosting us and never rail

At our laze; on board, you are here to bale

Out any trouble that your smiles often veil.

For us, the wits of which you must avail

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Turn your painful sobs into a funny gale;

You succeed your feats where one can fail;

You manage everything where you prevail.

Your virtue’s sowed in every mount and dale.

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Its scent is so precious ,but not for sale!

You’re a spa of purity in the remotest vale;

We soon hasten up to you whenever we ail;

In drought, your gifts oft fall on us like hail;

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In cold, you can warm icy hearts and impale.

In stormy oceans, you are our saving whale;

In sleepless nights, our lulling nightingale.

You‘re the woman, the bliss and that it’ll entail.

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What would Adam have been without Eve’s ale;

How ‘d the stars gleam if the moon didn’t hail?

You are and remain the princess of a fairy tale,

We’ll be in need of your grace on a large scale.

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