Your eyes ...

the conversations of your eyes ...
it only reads the mutterings of my heart ...
before my pen write ...

what that fate,...
that makes me always ...
live within you ...
and what that madness ...
which occupies the spaces inside me ...
to Pour you , as the honey ...
for my heart ...

O beloved of the heart ...
I need you ...
and need your breathes...
as my needing ...
to be alive ...

yes my sweetheart ...

hazem al ...