Scatter lilies and roses over her tomb.
They Might miraculously r e b l o o m .
Sprinkle on it attar and Parisian perfume.
Water it with vintage wines she used to consume.
Burn Turkish,Persian incense and Tajiq cinnamon,
So sadness might fade away with it’s bitter gloom.
Sing and shout as hard as you can,
Let the skies hear your lamentation and loom.
Recite her beloved lovers stories and epics ,
Knights ,kings ,merchants and few Peasants.
She left behind her riches and gold heirloom,
Memories of those nights at the ballroom .
Please don’t shed on her not even one tear,
Don’t give her sad or pitiful glare.
Princess went where she wanted to be ,
In the kingdom of the lost S o u l s ,
Despite her earthly glory she missed her goals.
(( Its not the riches we leave behind ,its the character that is bright and right.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://email@example.com ))