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im not sure if I can do this
My love for you has lived within me,
And has died within me
Problem was, she never realized
She was like the sun
Life giving
But she also burned a few unfortunate souls
I’m feverishly lonesome,
and my wounded soul
is yearning for its doom

When I leave,
will the orchids in
my room still bloom?
"Alas , alas , the great city,
where  all who had ships at sea.
grew rich by her wealth !
For in one hour she has been laid waste.
Rejoice over her, O heaven,
you saints and apostles and prophets !
For God has given judgment for you against her ."

"With such violence Babylon the great city
will be thrown down ,
and will be found no more;
and the sound of harpists
and minstrels and of flutists and trumpeters
will be heard in you no more ;
and the sound of the millstone
will be heard in you no more;
and the light of a lamp
will shine in you no more;
and the voice of bridegroom and bride
will be heard in you no more ;
for your merchants were the magnates of the earth,
and all nations were deceived by your sorcery.
And in you was found the blood of prophets and of saints.
and of all who have been slaughtered on earth"
they set the limits
I break them
enough is enough!!!!!!!!!
a bit drunken
i found you

and with
your green eyes
your honest smile
combined with
the small distance
between us
and your smell

you intoxicated me
even more
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She was named after love,
and letters were exchanged
between lovers in her name

Poets found their muse
when she visited their hearts,
and I was one of them

But my love never
reached her heart
like hers did mine

And so she left,
when my lost heart was
aching to be laced with hers

She left,
and my eyes were
searching, weeping,
yearning for her

Dear Heyam,
I swear on love letters
and you
For it is the last poem
I write about you
The name Heyam -هيام- means ardent love in Arabic, that was my lover’s name. She’s the ex I’m always writing about, and I pray to Aphrodite that this is the last poem I write for her.
I pour my heart out onto paper.
It’s safe there.
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