The impossible ...

I know and realize ...
That i am ...
For you ...
Just  only as a words ...
Just a poet who writes ...
And you only just read my words ...

But you don't know ...
That ...
I write ...
Within feelings ...
That were formed because of you ...
While ,...
I even know ...
That you don't feel me as I feel you ...
Even ...
I don't know why ...
My words search for you every day ..
Whenever I convince it of the impossibility of meeting ..
It look at me ...
And says ...
Keep write ...
As long as you feel ...
So,..
I will keep write ...
maybe ,...
there is nothing called ( impossible ) ...

hazem al ...