Boudoir

Ah, spare your love
Spare your love
Spare your love
Spare your love

I was sad to see you leave
like a carnal enemy
You warred over peace
when you were with me
Had I outshone the stars
would I climb your bed alone?
But I sold my heart
for the price of a song
What a taste of mystery
adored in your Persian arms
A mystical memory
that did me harm

There's a pain you overlooked
I will never feel your love
I'm hooked, cooked and booked
But I don't want to be in love
Eleven wounds that separate
a poet from a randy man
For your boudoir fabricates
the dreams we ought to ban

So, spare your love
Spare your love
Spare your love, love
Oh, spare your love

Spare your love...



Credits
Writer(s): Ala Abdulla Ghawas
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