On the stove waiting...

fires runs crazily...
into the poor heart...
wishes are slowly brewing...
on the stove waiting...
and the memories lie...
in the corners of antique chests...
hoping to come out to the light...
glimmer of light...
through the crack of the door...
to steal the moment...
to lights up it place...
and to wake up...
the memories...
that dwell in the ***** of the poem...
to get alive again...
as it was...
as it were...
to pant the passion...
and to live love again...

on the stove waiting...
i'm still waiting...
for you sweetheart...
with all longs...
and desires...

hazem al...