A feeling that comes over me... And puts regret in my heart... After paintings of love... I lived in... With you... To write for you... A book... Like the waterwheel of love... From the weaving of my heart... With hope and passionately... To meet one day... With you... Yes... I feel that you got bore to me .. And to every of poems... That I wrote for you... From the bottom of my heart... And from the soul's infatuation with you... Within my madness for... It took over all the spaces of my imagination... To be... You... The lady who always resides... In my dreams...
