My poet ...

she is ...
it's you ...
and my words are still ...
it just flows to you ...
like a crazy river ...
driven by your madness ...
it's estuary ...
your crazy sea ...
which it drown ...
to the depth ...
since i felt you ...

yes angel mine ...
it's your heart ...
where all my feelings...
and my madness words  ...
are dwelling ...
inside you ...
and only for you ...
and it will keep running ...
with non stop ...
as the blood flows ...
running within veins ...
to my heart ...
because of you ...
and because why ...
i housed you there ...
saved you inside ...
as the poet ...
a lover ...
to keep writing you  ...
as what i feel for you ...


Hazem al ...