Be my Cleopatra in February

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On the coldest winter's day of the year
Be my Cleopatra and cruise with me
And Venus on warm sunny Nile and be enchanted by
Arabian Night belly dancing at the Great Pyramid.

I'll be your aged Caesar glowing in your youth
An emperor of platonic love
I'll crown you with Jade and Marie Antoinette's own watch
Heisted in 1983 from its final resting place in Jerusalem.

At cherry blossom we'll ascend Regine's Club Moorish garden on 8th floor
Watch flamingos swimming under the Japanese bridge
In April teas at the Compleat Angler by the Thames
In May I'll smother you with fragrant roses from Queen Mary's Gardens.

These time-encrypted jewels will be our Taj Mahal to all
Their good Karma will hug us in peace and war.



Dato’ Yunus Raiss
JP FRSA FCIL MEd BA BSc (Econ) Barrister

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