I miss you ...

I miss you every time I open my eyes ...
For there is an empty cup of coffee ...
And an empty seat ...
And a rose with me waiting ...
Desires to embrace it Your breaths ...

I wonder why...
As I stare at a burning star ...
I miss you in my long night ...
And when darkness approaches ...
My heart starts singing ...
And says...
I miss you....

Yes my darling ...
My cup , desires your lips ...
As i am , desire you ...
and long so to hug those lips ...
As i did through my dreams ...

good morning lady ...

hazem al ...

Can I cradle your heart
Against mine?
Carry it with me
When I run in circles?
I'll hold it close
Is it big enough
To share?
It just might
Break my fall
When I trip
On my own feet
...
But
I dont want to hurt you
So here I am
To return your heart
Because
I will always run in
Circles
I will never learn

The world of your eyes...

There is another world ...
I drown in ...
I do not leave it ...
Unless I see beauty increasing around me ...
More and more ...
I see it in every atom in existence ...
(I see it and hear it) ...
And especially ...
After I met you, my lady ...
I drowned in the world of your eyes ...
As if they were a sea of ​​love ...
I live within them ...
With the most wonderful breaths ...
To give me ...
The most beautiful life ...
Full of love ...
Through your eyes ...

Hazem...

Mirage ...

Sleep flees...
From my eyes...
It runs away...
So ...
I don't fall asleep...
And I don't sleep...
My thoughts takes me...
Crazily...
To you...
While I am the tired one who...
Hopes for a peaceful sleep...
So that I may forget the flame...
Of the longing inside me...

Yes my darling ...
My condition has become like this...
Like who sees a mirage...
And does not live...
Only in imagination...
Through mirage ...
Just for ...
To reach you ...
And to feel you ...
With me ...
All the night ....
Even within mirage ...


hazem al ...

Reading you ...

I take advantage of your absence ...
Just to write...
And ...
In your presence ...
I am good at nothing ...
but ...
i keep reading you....
through my brain ...
which you ...
stay in all the time ...
With a hope ...
to meet you soon ...
And this meeting might be ...
as what i'v read from your eyes ...
And as ...
all my dreams ...
which i got you in ...

hazem al ..

The impossible ...

I know and realize ...
That i am ...
For you ...
Just  only as a words ...
Just a poet who writes ...
And you only just read my words ...

But you don't know ...
That ...
I write ...
Within feelings ...
That were formed because of you ...
While ,...
I even know ...
That you don't feel me as I feel you ...
Even ...
I don't know why ...
My words search for you every day ..
Whenever I convince it of the impossibility of meeting ..
It look at me ...
And says ...
Keep write ...
As long as you feel ...
So,..
I will keep write ...
maybe ,...
there is nothing called ( impossible ) ...

hazem al ...

What if ...



What if we met ...

After the absence ...

On the balconies ...

of distances ...

And gathered us ...

The longings ...

And nostalgia ...

To talk ...

Anew again ...

About memories

That left ...

Past ...

Enveloped by years ...

With the most beautiful words ...

and whispers ...

On that river bank...

There ...



what if the time stopped ...

even for a few moments ...

until we meet again ...

As we always did ...

through ...

An imagination's mummeries ...



hazem al ...

Will not write ...

I will not write much about you today ...
I will suffice with saying ...
Without you, no heart beats ...
Even my pens ...
has no ink  ...
And I will suffice ...
Me and my pen ...
Just ...
Looking at you ...
In silence ...
Despite the noise ...
Which ...
Drives me to you ...
Wherever Be...

To live you ..
and to feel you more ...
In the way ..
How i desire you ...
Within my imaginations ...
Until ...
Drowsiness takes me to sleep ...
To meet you there ...
In my dreams ...

Will not write today ...
Just will keep talking...
With my pen ...
About the lady ...
Who stole the beat ...
From my heart ...


hazem al ...

Let's complete the dream ...

And here I am with you ...
I start my morning ...
With thoughts ...
so crazy ...
From a dream ...
That came to me ...
Until now ...

I will tell it to you ...
In words ...
And to tell you ...
A about this meeting ...
That brought us together ...
Its magnificence ...
Madness in the most beautiful state ...
We had ...
In the space of the night ...
And the moonlight ...
Flowing from your eyes ...
And magic from your lips ...
They were whispering ...
With the most tender sighs ...
For desire ...
With kisses ...

Come my love ...
So let me tell you ...
The story of the dream ...
And let's complete it now ...

Good morning ...

Hazem al  ...

The world of love ...

We get all our time ...
Without end ...
And with no limits ...
For love, my love ...
Does not recognize ...
The limits to madness ...
Only for madness ...
And the world of imagination ...

Come, my love ...
Let's **** distances ...
Between our lips ...
Let's live together ...
On kisses ...
Roam between us ...
On the borders of our bodies ...
To exchange kisses successively ...
Without stopping and without tiring ...
Like the succession of morning and evening ...
And at every beginning of a day ...
Until ...
The beginning of the day that follows ...
so we create stories ...
In the ocean of our mouths ...
From the madness of our lips ...

For this is our life ...
And this is our universe ...
The world of love ...
Which ...
Never ends ...

Good morning ...
My sweet angel ...


Hazem ...

Eyes and lips ...

Your eyes are poems ...
If they were translated ...
Nothing would remain for the speakers ...
For in it ...
Letters and words ...
Pens are incapable of them ...
And if it could ...
It would overflow with pages ...
As a rivers ...

And your lips ...
If it spoke ...
It would be ...
The most beautiful songs and melodies ...
In the most brilliant softest voices ...
Have never anyone heard before ...
And no one than you ...
Owns these melodies ...
Therefore ...
All the poets ...
Sang with your eyes ...
And with that brilliance ...
Which from ...
The most beautiful letters of love flow ...
To be engraved deep in the heart ...
And in the imaginations ...
Weaves from it ...
A love novels ...
That haven't written yet...
So,...
My love ...
Please ...
Let me...
Look into your eyes deeply more...
To continue creating poems...
From your eyes...

hazem al ...