Just three ..

Three ..
I want it ..
And I have no purpose..
over than..
the sun ..
the moon..
and you ..
the sun..
for the sake of sparkle..
to your eyes..
to get my warmth from it..
to start my day with you..
and the night..
to stay with you..
in moments of love..
until I fall asleep with you..
quietly to the sweet dream..
to continue together there..
our love talks..
and you ..
the constant pulse...
that runs into my heart..
forever ..
As a succession..
the sun and the moon ..

Hazem..

Wonderful fragrance...



your perfume spreads...

this morning...

every where...

into my whole being...

and dived deeply...

inside me...

until it dissolved...

my guts...

with your perfume...

by a unique flavors...

which no one has...

like yours...

among al women...

to let me feel...

as i were in a paradise...

breathing...

the most sweet perfume...

that give a great imagination...

for a wonderful life...



yes sweet angel mine...

your perfume...

no has anyone...

like yours...

because it...

mixed...

with your breaths...

that i adore...





hazem al...

Let's create our dream...

Let's meet my love...
through dream...
by fantasy...
and between all...
poems...
that our souls...
created...
with all its letters...
that we wrote...
one to the other...
with our feelings by words...
as always...
as we lived...
as spent our nights together...
in the most wonderful imagination...
despite the distance between us...
until we both...
create the love...
which we always...
dreamed about...
to get our real live...
with love...
together...

let's do sweetheart...
let's meet...

hazem al...

Early morning ..

I opened my notebook ..
to draw ..
my flower ..
to send it ..
as a packages ..
for the woman..
who staying alone ..
into my heart ..
and my imagination ..
At all the time ..
in my mind ..
before a sleep ..
and in my dreams ..
whom ..
Involved by her ..
passionately ..
in love ..
by decision ..
and covenant ..
Accompanied with me ..
since that day ..
she shook my hand ..

Hazem al ..

Era of imagination ..


and it's like that woman ..
from the era of imagination ..
from a thoughts of a poet's imagination ..
he exceled as well ..
about her ..
by his words ..
since ages ..
gone ..
we didn't live since ..
it's present ..
except hearing ..
only about ..
stories were ..
passed down ..
it described ..
just imprisoned ..
in a heart ..
and the imagination ..
of that ..
poet ..
the mad ..
of her ..
that ..
Lived ..
that time ..

so,..
no description ..
I am able to..
to say about the beauty ..
of her ..
even no prose ..
can write ..
about her beauty ..
in words ..

hazem al ..

Morning dew ..

Early morning dew ..
Shining on my window glass ..
It's like a breath coming ..
From the warmth of your guts ..
Came eagerly ..
To exchange with me ..
Those feelings ..
Which she lived ..
Her all night ..
Alone ..
Waiting for the morning ..
To wake me up ..
From my dream ..
About her ..
To flirt with me ..
With her words ..
She arranged ..
In letters of longing ..
Just ..
To be only for her ..
Since the beginning of the day ..

Hazem al ..

My invitation ..

killed me ..
her eye's look ..
with her interest ..
it pierced me ..
because of its warmth ..
to get me lost ..
my awareness ..
as i was in a world ..
not the world that i belong for ..
so, i ignored ..
everyone around me ..
as we are only ..
on this world ..
to start ..
exchange glances with her ..
while i drew for her on my face ..
a smile ..
with a wink ..
with my eye ..
telling her ..
would you please join me ..
and share me ..
my cup of coffee ..

she replied with a wink ..
and a sweet smile ...
announced that ..
accepted my invitation ..

Hazem al ..