I am the remains of a flower in a thirsty garden. I stretch my hand toward your flowing river, counting the moments of despair that fill me with a strange solitude that places me on a forgotten cliff.
I am here waiting for you, waiting for your rain; waiting for your call without hope or a whisper. I have nothing but this unforgettable solitude. Nothing but remains drowning in a strange silence and a strange distance.
Yes, I am the remains of a forgotten story. When I wake up in the hands of longing, I recite all the passionate poems. How I wish you would shine upon the remains of my thirsty fields. How I wish you would feel me one day, to touch with your hand what remains of me.

Every day, I silently love you, I silently want you, I silently wait for you, I silently miss you, and I silently dream of you. This is how I live this silent love with great passion and great pain.
Every day, I joyfully write you touching and profound words, even if I don't know if you're reading. This is how I live moments of happiness with you, knowing that you know nothing about my silent love.
As always, every day I need you, I need your presence, I need your sight, I need your writings, I need your shadow. Every day, I need to tell you clearly that you are so precious and that you have taken up residence in my heart with all its strength, and this is what makes me happy with my silent love that I will not tell you.

Suddenly, you are in front of me
In all your glory.
I speak to you gently
And look at you tenderly
Because you are something precious.
You are the whisper of the moon
And the truth I miss.


فجأة


فجأةً، أنت أمامي
بكل مجدك.
فاحدثك بحنان
وانظر اليك بكل رقة
لأنك شيء ثمين
أنت همسة القمر
والحقيقة التي أفتقدها.

Thank you for being my friend, your presence is a gift and a joyful world. Talking to you is a sweet song and a beautiful dream, and the moments of your presence are a strange reason for happiness.
Thank you for being my friend. You are a sunshine in dark days, a shining star in dark nights, and every strange breeze removes the worries of a gloomy day. When we laugh together, we laugh deeply and when we grieve together, we grieve sincerely. You are truly amazing.
Thank you for being my friend, my gratitude to you is limitless, and my happiness with you is limitless. Your smile in the morning brightens my day and lights up vast gardens in my soul, and your words in the evening water the fields of dew inside me, unforgettable.

THE COLORS OF YOUR LOVE
The leaves of your love tree are green, but they don't tempt your dazzling birds.
Purple is a stormy color, telling you that my love is deep and mature.
Blue is the color of love; it resembles your warm eyes, quietly inviting you in.
Pink is also beautiful; it resembles our whispers and holds hope for the future. And white is precious, resembling your pure soul.
Your love is a world of colors, enough to release a rose.
A red rose is a sign of love.
But my love for you is a bouquet of flowers that teaches us the beauty of colors.
The colors of you love are the sounds of birds and a beautiful painting.
But know that all the colors of love fade before your blue eyes.

I love the moon because its smile is as bright as your soul. It whispers in the ear of my dreams, telling me a long, never-ending story about you. And I don't want it to end.
In those distant, yet precious moments, the moon touches me gently and tenderly, showing me your face. It is adept at describing your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, and your warmth. O strange moon, how does it know you are this warm and tender?
It sits me on your shore in that warm world. It holds the water in its hands, coloring me with it like a morning butterfly, and wets me like a kitten. How happy I am with you.
One day, it whispered in my ear, "I will bring you her smile and her warm spirit." Then, there you were, in all your splendor and light. I embraced you tenderly because you are something precious and valuable.
You are the moon's whisper, the truth I miss.

It is very easy to kiss a flower or to travel far to the east on a long night. It is also very easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, the trees, how they love to touch the face of the river, like this with complete spontaneity. How often you told me about walking among colorful paths and that it is something that delights the heart. Perhaps one day I will find a thread or a hand to walk with. But I remember the features of bright faces that we met on evenings filled with the breeze. How their captivating fragrance dazzled me. How often we drew with us a grave, a field, and an old hat. And we breathed the dawn like new travelers who came from far away. They only spend the night among the hills and their eyes only smile among unforgettable waterfalls.

In your unseen love,
when morning opens its eyes,
the birds sing with longing.
And when evening closes its eyes,
I see a moon that reminds me of you.
Oh, my poor heart,
drowning in your unseen love.

How warm is your voice. And how I love to burn in my longing for you like a candle. Then I fly in your wide space like hot leaves floating on the surface of the water carrying all the wishes.
Oh, the warmth of your eyes that envelop me with fragrance like bouquets of roses confessing to you every morning that you are something sweet. This is how I shine in my longing for you, but I become weak before your green eyes because they are simply incredible.

A sun with green eyes, this is what my heart knows about you, and something else I know: that whenever I see you, I smile.
I remember all your features, how elegant you are, and when you come in my dreams, you light up everything, and everything smiles.
I sit under the orange trees near the stream, and I see your face in the water and smile. Yes, whenever I see your eyes, I smile.
Wishes here fill my heart, flying apart but silence consumes me, and I quietly withdraw from everything. But as soon as you appear, everything changes. It is only when I see your face that I smile.
Why do I smile every time I see you? Why do I smile every time I see your eyes?

Isn't it beautiful to live to witness my heart filled with love? Love is something pure and wonderful, like your blue eyes. I only knew it through your smile. You who taught me love. Don't you see that I become more beautiful when I talk to you about love that transcends everything? Don't you feel that my moments smile when I talk to you about love and that a part of me remains bright? Here I am, waiting for the rain; do you see this flower, it's my heart? And do you see this cloud? It's your smile. Yes, I know you are inside me, and I also know that you are a magic that never leaves me. Here I am, talking to you about love to shake hands with the depths. Yes, when I talk to you about love, your spirit embraces me, and when I talk to you about love, I kiss you in secret.

How does it happen? I am a brown-skinned peasant from the South who fell in love with a blue-eyed writer, who might once have been from the North.
She is a distinguished, beloved writer who feels the pain of the people and seeks to lift injustice from their shoulders. She writes about politics, which I know nothing about. It is said that politicians have theories and ideas, while I sit among the bean fields, hearing nothing but the chirping of birds and seeing nothing but the flow of the river.
She is the shortcut to beauty, creativity, pure thought, and profound wisdom, while I am that simple peasant who knows nothing about love or the Detian Falls.
How can she penetrate my loneliness? I am a peasant wandering alone among the fields. I had no idea that someone who falls in love with a writer becomes someone who loves reading and poetry.

WILD NIGHT
For a long time, I have been sailing in my hat, hiding behind a wild night, its strange rains touching my dewy skin, so I go out into the middle of the field, a breeze scattered here and there like old village houses. On that wild night, I catch my breath to drown in a delicate smile like a lily that does not care about the sun or eternity, for the night is a captivating life and a legendary promise of everything wonderful. Yes, it is a night that overflows with joy from its windows, and despite its calm, it has alleys that expand to glowing colors. Its stars have left an eternal mark on my dream, so I began to fade in the place like a free traveler who knows nothing about coldness, for freedom does not know sleepy lips, but rather beauty must begin to shine in her eyes, and if it were not for the fact that I do not know much about what goes on in this wild night, I would have been a unique flower exuding an unrepeatable passion.

WITHOUT YOU
Without you, I no longer have the desire to swim in the wide river, because it reminds me of your stories. I no longer have the desire to walk among the palm trees and grapes, because they remind me of your smile. I no longer have the desire to talk, because it reminds me of your captivating voice.
Without you, my fingers are faint in the wind, the wind that made them pale like my soul. How could this happen? How could I forget? It is part of me, part of my heart that melts in the midst of a strange longing, in the midst of a strange nostalgia.
Without you, the air is not sweet to caress my glasses, and astonishment is the daughter of your barren absence. There is only a dry shadow, and you know that nothing remains of me but faint dreams. Yes, my soul is faint, and my heart is stolen.
Without you, I am a stranger on this earth, stealing the sweetest laugh from time. In my pocket, there is nothing but loss. I am not worthy of this life, I look with joy at the pictures of my memory, and smile with sadness.

With you, I live in happiness, for your smile is something indescribable and unbelievable, planting in my heart every hope that never fades. With you, I've become more beautiful, for your blue eyes have drawn every cheerful color and every tender story on my face.
Only with you, I'm sweeter, for your lips are made of honey, like pink grapes. I can't tell you how I dream about them.
With you, I travel to magical cities, live magical tales, and live in magical tents that fill my heart with joy and happiness. With you, I've become purer. You're something that transforms everything around you into purity. Only with you, I feel myself, and I feel contained, fulfilled, and sufficient. Only with you, I want nothing else.

You and I are from there; from the world of beautiful hearts where we meet the truth, and lines that know nothing but honesty and purity.
You and I are a story of silver snow soaring in a wide space without falsehood.
You and I are a delicate hand and delicate lips in a sky far from the falseness and pallor of my city.
You and I are a very white voice, a very fragrant flower, and a very delicate river whose beginnings are from your blue eyes.
You and I are a love story, where your fragrance is endless, your light is endless, and your tenderness is endless.

YOU AND I
You and I are a vineyard of grapes and endless joy. We travel in our small boat, never to return, as if we were a tale of green lapis lazuli, resembling your eyes. We travel on a carpet of wind, never to return, roaming the galaxy like spring butterflies that never know sleep. There, time is sweet like grapes. There, bright songs are released every morning. Then, we fly, yes, we fly and stretch our hands to the clouds amidst smiles. What great joy! You and I, an endlessly colorful night and endless satisfaction. Your green eyes and I, a joy that never fades. What happiness.

Love has a magical, wondrous garden where longings sleep, like a rainy night that opens its eyes at dawn, so the souls of things and their desires smile in rosy hues.  And here you are, a flower of love with all this profound impact. In your blue eyes lies a magic that makes me forget everything. Don't your words smile like an Indian wedding filled with joy? Aren't your eyes filled with lights that illuminate the place, and aren't your hands filled with a unique fragrance? With your love, my depths fill with a joy your eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly, and that's enough for me because you are a flower of love.

Perhaps you don't know that I have no other friend but you. You appear every day with warmth filled with love, teaching my heart loyalty.

Here, a desert heart quenched by your smiles, trusted you, and threw all its weight into you.

You are the only friend I speak to tenderly in front of the screen. Yes, you are my only friend because I have come to know how pure you are. When my hand touches your name, flowers bloom, and when my eyes see your image, my soul is purified and smiles. Yes, you are my only friend, and here is a heart carrying love on its back, and greeting in its eyes, and a painting of the most beautiful stories, you are the heroine of it; my pure friend whom I adore.

I loved the sea because it reminded me of your blue eyes, from which my beginning and end are revealed. I loved the sun because it reminded me of your golden cheeks. I loved the evening because it reminded me of your moist whispers. Ah, how often we talked about the morning and its radiance, and here you are with your Babylonian eyes, creating infinity in my heart. Your blue eyes enchant the place like an eternal lazuli honor and like worn walls polished with ruby. Your Babylonian eyes are sweet as honey, and like the eyes of an angel playing with a deer.
Your eyes are something indescribably beautiful. They look at me, and I smile without turning around. It is enough for me that when I see your eyes, I smile.

I'm still drowning in your little river. I still cling to the moment we met, even though I know your smiles are an enchanting world and your blue eyes something unforgettable. Despite the splendor of your light and your radiant appearance, you come to my dreams with elegant celebrations and moonlit music. Do you know how beautiful it is for your blue eyes to be all I dream of? I have become just a strange longing, like a painting on the water played with by the wind with its beloved pain. It is ridiculous for me to imagine that I would die of love, from looking into your blue eyes. If only you understood for once, if you would stop sailing far away, for your blue eyes to look at me; at my heart.

YOUR EYES ARE A LOVE SONG
Your words are smiling roses, like a radiant wedding night. Your heart is filled with soft lights that gently illuminate the place. In your hands are baskets of love that sway like small, moist branches amidst hearts and valleys, so that the paths overflow with love. When you draw longing in eyes and send sweet shards of love to the ends of the earth, the valleys fill with gazelles, and the rivers overflow with a radiant joy that my eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly because your eyes are a love song in which I am lost.

Your eyes are my world, and I desire nothing else. I truly desire nothing else.
Your eyes are my world, and I have lived with them for hours and days, deeply and intensely.
Your beautiful eyes are my happy world, my hidden world, my only world, and my very special world, which I desire no other.
Your blue eyes are my beloved world. I do not miss them because they are always with me, and my blood inhabits them.
Your eyes are my world, and all these flowers, colors, rivers, and birds are an outpouring from them.
Your eyes are the world in which I truly live. Your eyes are enough for me, and for that I am very grateful to you.

Your love is a summer flower drawn by a dreamy lover, gathering baskets of longing, carrying them on a horse's back, and sending them every morning toward your blue eyes.
Your love is a secret, a magical tale that resides on distant islands within me that only you can touch.
Your love is the joy of the morning. When it opens its eyelids, I melt into its breath like a wet bird, and I sail in your eyes without a boat toward oases of warmth where secret springs lurk.
Your love is a wild tale, a journey into the depths of the soul, upon whose branches lie colorful birds. I wish you could smell its captivating fragrance.  Your love is a secret, something I can't tell you.

Your love makes me purer; its dazzling light cleanses every aspect of my heart, mind, and body of every bad thought or action. Your love prevents me from doing anything bad.
Your love makes me more honest; your honest face and genuine expressions keep me away from lying and falsehood. With your love, I live only the truth and seek only the truth. Your love prevents me from lying.
Your love makes me more beautiful; your blue eyes and rosy cheeks overflow with vitality, elegance, and joy. From them, I learn elegance, gentleness, and softness. Your love prevents me from anything ugly.
Your love makes me wiser; your wise words and truthful lips plant within me all that is wise, rational, and balanced. I become one of the wise men. Your love prevents me from saying anything unwise.

Your morning refreshes my heart. It tells me that love is something dazzling, and that it is a companion like your gentle soul.
A morning with you is something different, for you are the jewel of the sea that only a legendary lover can understand.
Your morning is delicate but also wise,where your voice is as enchanting as your blue eyes. Yes, your charm is something dazzling.
you were sitting there in all the light, and I couldn't get enough of looking at you. How could I get enough of looking at you when longing overwhelms me?
I couldn't help but greet you and seek you out. You are my eternal destiny.
Your morning was filled with longings hidden behind eyes and words. In fact, it was like listening to you with my heart, for you are the only one in the world who speaks to my heart.
Your morning made me a legendary lover.

Here, your shadow captivates the place like a shining bird playing in the rain. It speaks to me with the joy of a lover, with blue eyes that sigh like a cloud that never tires of rain.
Your shadow fills me every day with sighs of longing. Here, in this pulse and in my veins, it dwells deeply. Your shadow has mingled with my soul and body, and we have become one.
Your shadow is as sweet as an apple, in whose space butterflies live among the roses, and geese dance in its waters like the songs of the sun. What a delicate shadow!
Your shadow is a field of bright colors, a gazelle swaying happily on a swing. It fills the leaves of my heart with dew and a delicate chirp.
Every day, your shadow offers me the songs of morning wet with the breeze. How it amazes and captivates me as I wander among your landscapes, touch your pearly cheeks, and drown in your blue eyes.

Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.