Ocean Of Your Love ! / Yearning.


l am going to gather all my papers and pens.
And write all my feelings for you once again.

On the first line l will write.”l love you.”
On the second line l will write.”l adore you too.”
On the third line ,l am drowning in the ocean of your love.

l will fill my letter with every beautiful word l know.
l will draw in the center of the letter with affection ,
Two hearts mine and yours beating as one not two.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

B o n h o m i e ! / From my Published book “The Silence.”


Happiness is heaven,Misery is  earth’s desire.
Happiness is hope,Misery is a sorrowful dire.

My friend,if your words don’t have the sweetness of honey,
And the lavishing redolent of gorgeous F l o w e r s ,
Don’t utter them ,keep them inside for yourself.

They might wound people’s feeling ,
They might be a reason for bitter failure.

If your words don’t console the others ,
If they don’t put a smile on the sad faces,
If they don’t motivate the hopeless .

Keep them for yourself ,don’t say them at all.

Consider your words as if they are precious gems.
Treat them as if they are life saving remedies.

Make them beautiful like a morning breeze and warm kisses.
Even like spring’s affection and blossoms for new L I F E .

Jalal M. Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

All The W i s h e s ! / Ecstasy too .


Tell me my love ,” what desires are left ,
That you haven’t fulfilled them for me ?

When l am in your arms all of them became true.
You are my life, my life ,with you l taste ,
an ocean of compassion,affection and ecstasy too.

l love my life and adore the world for you with you.
The whole existence l am , l am living it anew.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

Heart , Mind And Torment ! / Affection.


Love and affection in the Arabian deserts captivates the deepest human’s senses and desires.Pure ,sweet yet so provocative.Loving a woman transcends even the point of admiration .Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenixes trying to reach the threshold of the heaven before they are exhausted ,before death captures their souls and die .Yearning , Love and compassion burn them to ashes yet from the ashes they rise again to their youthfulness .Their souls seem to be in existence as long before the universe was in existence.For as long their hearts beat they perpetually thrive.A poet is like a sparrow , but he doesn’t know how the sparrows live generation after generation ,how they build their nests or how they teach their chicks how to survive.The sparrows are mere wanderers,despite their freedom in the vast skies.The joyous melodic songs they hum to energize themselves to take all challenges of L i f e. The P o e t suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t love him back or foresees his feelings,helplessness,remoteness and his solicitude that cuts like a knife .
My love you are not getting near,
And l can’t get close to you.
l am like a chick in a child’s palm .
He squeezes it between his fingers,
Causing the chick to suffer death’s bitterness.
The child is amused with his game,
Not knowing what he is doing or why.
And the Chick has no feather to set,
Itself f r e e a n d F l y .

((jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com)),