Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
MetaVerse Mar 22
There once was a gal from Berlin:
The hair on her chinny-chin-chin
     Was thicker than wool,
     And it made her blades dull
Whenever she shaved to the skin.
Oh, my pretty lady
For loyalty, I am ready

With you let me walk
On a long way, long talk

Give me your hand
To have sky and land

Your name is precious
Your attitude isn't pretentious

One name holds heart
One lady is never apart

Meaning of love is you
My happiness is true

My feelings always grow
My eyes always glow

My darling, sweetie, and pretty
My life, air, and city

Your voice is a song
Loving you isn't wrong

You are the only truth
You are very couth

You are serene like nature
You are my promising future
By Menna Abd-Eldaiem
( Translator and Poetess )
hazem al jaber Dec 2024
My lady ...

Ah, lady...
My sweet lady ...
Oh, my all letters...
I desire you...
As I desire the madness of my letters...
For I am not good at with the silent letter...
I love the madness of all letters...
As bodies and it souls...
Loves madness from lovers...
as it begs from this love...
The magnificence with all its madness...

Lady mine ...
You owned my heart ...
And you housed in it ...
So, ...
please ,..
take care of mine ...

Good morning love...
With the magnificence of its madness...

Hazem...
Next page