Ghazal No. 1
I am slain by your words, by your name, and your great love.
I am dying inside as I ask you to wait, love.

I cry out for some help but there's no one to hear me;
I am chained to the ground in a dungeon of hate, love.

I am capsized! I've sunk to the floor of the deep sea.
I'm a ship that is tossing and turning on waves, love.

In the day, you are working; at night, you are far gone,
So I beg of you: give me no more of your fake love.

Not the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars are before you.
I would rather behold you than them—see your face, love.

© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar