THEY CALL ME LOVE
I put my cheek on the scent of roses
I enter hearts without passing
Through doors or windows
My magic is in my power
I hold you tight and take you higher
With my magical wings
I hover here and there..
kissing the stars, the moon,
The white clouds and the sun’s rays
They call me love
I look as the red colour with its contradictions
When I knock the doors of hearts
I don’t ask for permission
I’m not a sacred religion
I’m not restricted to something “allowed”
or something “forbidden”
I’m the wind, I’m the sun, I’m the rain
I’m the snow…
I’m the owner of all my seasons..
Nassira Nezzar
Poetess
Alegria
