Williamsji Maveli writes, " At the top of your hills "

At the top of the hills
An inland waterway of  
my honey flows into
your blue green valley
of pure love;
 A lust of ice breaks  
The hills erupt
unyielding heap rises
from a hard rock
within you.
As long as I am in love,
Then, this is what I am,
My peace vests on the breast
Offer me a drink of cold milk

By
Williamsji Maveli

Painting  Copyright & Courtesy to Artist Waleed Yassin from Egypt