Silent Night ...


In my silent night ...
I weave for the far lover ...
Letters of longing ...
Maybe I will forget the sorrow ...
Of my heart after her ...
Maybe I will find To escape a way ...
From the maze of feelings ...
And that's why I ...
Silently. ..
I weave and write ...
My poems...
Silently with my pen ...
May it fly for my beloved ...

And here I am now ...
At the beginning of the morning ...
I'm weaving with my pen ...
My thoughts ...
Whose entire focus ...
On you ...
To draw you now ...
In my cup of coffee ...


hazem ...

My lady ...

Ah, lady...
My sweet lady ...
Oh, my all letters...
I desire you...
As I desire the madness of my letters...
For I am not good at with the silent letter...
I love the madness of all letters...
As bodies and it souls...
Loves madness from lovers...
as it begs from this love...
The magnificence with all its madness...

Lady mine ...
You owned my heart ...
And you housed in it ...
So, ...
please ,..
take care of mine ...

Good morning love...
With the magnificence of its madness...

Hazem...

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 ...

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...

In front of a cup of coffee...

When ...
Whenever I called her ...
In my imagination ...
She answered the call ...
At the same moment...
She embraced me with her hands...
And ...
She embraced me with her eyes...
And ...
She surprised me with a kiss...
And , a deep warm hug ...
So ...
each of us sipped from the other's features....
To forgot about the coffee...

The coffee got ...
grew cold and sad...
That it had become alone...
Without our lips ...
To share ...

hazm al ...

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 ..

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  ...

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 ...

A look...

She looked at me...
With her eyes...
Since morning...
And between her lips...
A lot of words...
With the sparkle of her eyes...
As if it were...
The most wonderful letters...
For a poem...
To start with it...
This morning...
Beginning from...
Those looks...
Which...
Provoked the sea of ​​my pen...
To respond to her...
With admiration...
And the temptation of words...
To that sparkle...
From her eyes...
Which...
Took my lips...
Since this morning...
To be the whole day...
In every poem I write...
Until the evening comes...
To ignite the candles of my feelings ...
To be ...
And her looks...
A novel for my dream...
In my sleep ...

Good morning...

Hazem...

Tonight ...

Yes my love ...
Tonight ...
I will pump from the ink of my pen ...
Oceans of feelings ...
With all the longings ...
That ...
Sting my heart ...
From the intensity of longing ...
With the most beautiful tunes ...
And melodies ...
For you only my love ...

Yes tonight ...
With you ...
I will explode my madness ...
From the seas of my pen ...
To stay all night ...
Chasing you ...
As if I am ...
A ghost ...
Wanting you to reach you ...
And to get you ...
To remove from me ...
The autumn of worries ...
That exhaust me ...
Every night ...
While i'm weaving from you ...
A hot poem ...
As if it were ...
Tonight ...
Madly making love with you ...

Yes sweetheart ...
Tonight ...

Hazem Al ...

Strange story ...

Oh you...
The distant dream ...
That dwells ...
Among the stars of imagination ...
Oh you ...
who pulled me out of my world ...
Towards the world of kindness and loyalty ...
And knocked the love on my door again ...
And for you only...
I opened my heart...
Because ...
The one who knocked my heart's door ...
It's you ...
It's the soul ...
That met mine ...
Throughout this space and ether ...
Despite...
The distances between us ...
Yes...
Despite ...
Everything that brought us together ...
Yes ...
Strange is our story ...
But , i felt you ...
To keep me ...
By every night , thinking of you ...
To summon you ...
Because of my needs ...
To be with you ...

Yes my darling ...
It's a strange story ...
Because the love...
That i feel now for you ...

hazem al ...

My heart's antidote...

I made for you...
My heart as home...
And my eyes in you...
As the paradise...
I made it...
Because for you ...
With the most beautiful flowers...
And full of breaths...
That...
Come out of your mouth...
For my life to become with you...
Despite your distance...
And despite the distances between us...
To be  my most important needs...
For my heart and my breaths...
And for all my imaginations...
On every evening...
Until the morning...
To start the meeting...
Like those looks...
Which it were...
In the first meeting...
And the ones that followed...
With a sweet Kisses...
With the splendor of feelings...
That i addicted to them...
As if they were an antidote...
For the worries of my life...

Good morning...
Oh, the ecstasy of my heart...

Hazem al ...