My love ...

Is it a beautiful life...
or it's your existence...
who added beauty to the life...
and to every morning ...
that i  breathe with love ...
after a long dream ...
about you ...
with a wishes to meet...
as dream ...
that i got ...

Is the morning breeze...
and the songs of the birds...
and the smell of my coffee...
it makes my morning so great...
or it's you...
and the smell of your breathe...
which I live so madly ...
that added the beauty...
and the sweet tasty ...
for my great coffee ...

Yes darling ...
my sweetheart ...
it's you ...
the beautiful of the life ...
for my life ...
always ...

Hazem al ...

Lady of my tower ...

wherever i go ...
wherever i be...
even in any dreams ...
you should be ...
only ...
with me ...
and for me ...
and all time ...
you are mine ...

as i'm captivated by you ...
with your charming face ...
and every part ...
lives in you ...
especially your heart ...
which i feel and hear ...
with it's beats ...

you too also ...
and you know ...
how mad i am about you ...
captivated by me ...
in an imaginary of my tower...
you live in ...
to keep living you ..
despite the distance ...
every second i do ...

lady mine ...
you will never ...
leave my head ...
and it's imaginary ...
so ,..
come and live the reality ...
with me ...

hazem al ...

My crazy love ...

You ...
and the night ...
and your madness ...
and your rioter ...
every night with me...
crazier ...
more than my madness ...
even i ...
respectfully...
kneeled in ...
with pleasure ...
for this madness ...
because you are ...
the wine ...
that tamed my madness ...
and got me drunk ...
the whole night ...
with every night ...
without alcohol ...
to drown in you ...
and in your seas ...  
there while ...
no escape from it ...
for all my life ...
drown there ...
within your madness ...

Oh, lady...
my crazy lady ...
to my all nights ...
who drove me ...
madly for her ...
and only you ...
while no one ...
able to drive me crazy ...
as you always do ...


Hazem Al ...

My sky ...

In the sky of your eyes ...
there are ...
a moon and an ancient melody ...
mixed up with ...
a long sweet melodious sound ...
as a long travel ...
never to get enough from ...
even all poets ...
can't do any thing ....
than to dive and write ...
all poetry ...
about those eyes ...

o lady of the beauty ...
your eyes ...
are as a two river ...
it's the ink ...
to my pen and words ...

hazem al ..

First was a demo.
Second was a desire.
Third was a demon.
Fourth was a disappointment.
Fifth was a liar.
Sixth was someone who lost me.
Seventh was a charlatan.
Eighth was a Succubus.
But nineth is a different Angel,
My Angel.