Confused waiting...

In front of the stove nozzle...
I sit ...
and the wind outside my window ...
crazy runs ...
for no reason ...
with currents ...
flying around ...
with everything it's going through ...
as it like ...
vomiting  ...
from my feelings of longing ...
which that ...
went crazy ...
and it caught fire ...
fire of longing ...
with eagerness inside ...
because of my waiting ...
waited for so long ...
and from the howling of my breath...
and my high groans ...
while i'm calling you...
To meet...

Hazem...