You know, when I first saw you,
Your dark eyes locked on mine, like the gates of Damascus
One smile is all it takes, and in my soul, I know you're the one.
The answer to all my prayers
Hashem listened, and you're the witness
The testimony to Zion,
I knew who you were,
You haven't opened your mouth yet.
For me, this felt like something sacred
The moment that existed only between us
For a second, I've felt that maybe you see it, too
That maybe you cared enough to greet or look?
Torn between two nations,
With hot blood and a cold mind
You won my heart before all the wars
Killing me softly, without M16 or intifadas
Fighting for my freedom,
Fight for the freedom of my soul that you've captured,
But I didn't protest.
Your curls are a testament to my faith,
Inshallah, I'll clip a kippah to them one day
And see the soft smile at the corner of your lips...
To the one who made me see the beauty of your people
my first poem published here, hope you guys find it interesting
