A look...

She looked at me...
With her eyes...
Since morning...
And between her lips...
A lot of words...
With the sparkle of her eyes...
As if it were...
The most wonderful letters...
For a poem...
To start with it...
This morning...
Beginning from...
Those looks...
Which...
Provoked the sea of ​​my pen...
To respond to her...
With admiration...
And the temptation of words...
To that sparkle...
From her eyes...
Which...
Took my lips...
Since this morning...
To be the whole day...
In every poem I write...
Until the evening comes...
To ignite the candles of my feelings ...
To be ...
And her looks...
A novel for my dream...
In my sleep ...

Good morning...

Hazem...