Under the moonlight..

The night has come ..
And how beautiful its hours ..
It's the time of the lovers ..
Under the moonlight ..
Far from all eyes ..
for a love meet ...
And the mingling of ..
The soul with the body ...
And language of Love..
Wordless ..
The eyes tells it..
In the most beautiful language..
Until the lips are excited ..
With the most wonderful kisses..
Lasts after midnight..
Until..
The sun shines..
Again..
To begin with it..
A new love..
With the most beautiful melodies..
Again..
In front of all human eyes..

The night has come my beloved...
So come..
Let's stay up late..
Under the moonlight..
With love..
Until..
The sun rises..
Again..

hazem al ..

My love, you are ...

For this happy day, I write ...
I write my words from the depths of my feelings ...
Feelings devoid of the art of beautification and beauty ...
It's beauty is their spontaneity, sensed from my heart to you ...
To you only, without anyone else, I draw my words ...
A word with creativity to the tunes of my heartbeat ...
A heart in which only the letters of your name are in harmony ...
To you only, and to no one else, I dedicate ...
Dedicating the most beautiful ...
And sweetest happiness of this morning ...
As if today were ...
The day of the meeting of souls and bodies ...
To announce in it ...
As new love ...
Renewed between us ...
With every new morning ...
To live in it ...
You and I ...
From now ...
Until evening ...

Good morning, you ...
You My love...

Hazem al ...

Autumn of the heart ...

O you who are far from the eye ...
With your absence ...
My heart has become ...
Like autumn ...
From it ...
All the leaves have fallen ...
And it has become weak ...
Like a withered leaf ...
It has no strength ...
Blown away ...
In a crazy wind ...
Powerless ...
It does not know which way ...
O sweetheart ...
O you, who are far away ...
My heart needs a drop ...
From the dew of your love ...
To restore its pulse ...
To blossom again ...

Enough distance ...
My love ...
Come ...
And save my weak heart ...

hazem al ...

The last love ...

In the symphony of the last love ...
All eyes were for your eyes ...
Like a theater of looks full of attendees ...
On you ...

Instruments waiting for someone ...
To dance with them ...
Anticipating the hands of the musicians ...
To complain to them about their condition ...
From a love melting in you ...

And empty chairs ...
Like a night ...
It was filled with spectra before longing

Everyone attended ...
But the curtain ...
Did not open to Now ...
because the melody ...
is gone ...

hazem al ...

The death of a lover...

And I see you leaving me..
Not caring...
To my feelings...
And not realizing...
The horror of my love for you ...
And not for those days ...
that ...
shared with us ...
and we shared it together ...
at every night ...
and mornings ...

So how can you leave ...
while you live inside me ...
in my heart with all the depth ..
until you became ...
a part of me ...
and as if you were ...
the heart ...
with which I live ...
and with your departure ...
and with this separation ...
ends ...
my life ...
and only ...
remains ...
these words ...
that ...
indicate a lover ...
who died of love ...
with you ...

Hazem ...

My beloved ...

They asked me curiously...
Who do you love from among people..
I answered with love in my eyes...
So I said...
A woman like the moon...
They said describe her to us...
So I said...
I may be unable to describe her...
So describing her beauty...
Never crossed the mind of a human being...
But she...
All the beauty...
I have never seen anyone as beautiful as her before...
Her hair is dewy from the raindrops...
And her forehead is like an arrow of danger...
And her nose is like a waterfall falling...
And her eyes are a mirror of the moon...
And her neck is taut like a string...
As for...
Her waist is a place of pilgrimage for people...
And her feet are the carriers of the moon...
And no one sees her...
Except a lover like me...
Who stays up with her...
Every night...
By the light of the moon...

This is my beloved💕Lady...

Did any one ever see her ...

hazem al ...

Waiting for her ...

Like that lonely tree ...
On the riverbank ...
In the middle of the night ...
It waits for the morning ...
To meet the birds ...
To live with them ...
And to share with...
The most beautiful melodies ...
And to kills it's loneliness...
which lived it...
All the night long...
I am ...
As that tree ...
Waiting...
Longing for the morning...
May my beloved...
Come...
On this boat...
So fast...
To **** my loneliness...
That lasted all long night...
While I am waiting ...
For her ...

Hazem...