You Been Created Beautiful ! / Charm for the sight.


You been created beautiful to captivate our senses.
You been created beautiful a delight for our existence.

With your enchanting stature and fairness.
With your mesmerizing laughs and seductive gazes.
With your wits ,spontaneity and sweetness.
With your loving heart,compassion and kindness.

With your angelic innocence and goodness.
With your affections epitome wholeness.

The Creator bestowed on you charisma ,
Beyond human fathom or understanding.

Praise the Lord for he is generous ,
There are no limits for his Presents.

Jalal Michael 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

God ! / Eternal Happiness.


God is the most beautiful reality of human existence . The God of the Bible is not only the most High : He is the all near God as well.He is not a supreme being isolated from the people by his Perfection , but on the contrary a reality which could be joined with the World.

((  Knowing Christ is the greatest wisdom of all.The fountain of love ,Price of peace,everlasting God,and eternal happiness. Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))

A Day Without Tomorrow ! / Persistent Birthday .


To those who have been touched by the wand of love.To those who drank from the chalice of fear and despair but never gave up hope,l dedicate these words.

You are back,oh my birthday,
You mischievous without delay.
My youth had departed,gone away.
Now old age became my fate with it’s gray.
Oh,how l wish you were a day without tomorrow!

Would that ,its all l can say.
Oh,how l wish l never was from eternity!
l lived my days not knowing why?
Why in this existence l have to stay?

l wonder how all expectation gone astray?
All l see is despair holding hands with dismay.
l wish l remained a spirit not became a clay.

I’m a being without pulsing youth.
I’m a life without spring to weigh !
I’m an illusion,l have nothing to convey.
I’m a phantom waiting at the cloudy bay.

((In remembrance of the late Egyptian composer F.Al-Atrash.))Happiness awaits those who suffer the most.Jalal Michal Sabbagh.Http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com

I’M Your Ecstasy ! / Your Rapturous desire ! !


If you don’t come back w i l l i n g l y ,
With a new heart to be mine F i n a l y .
I won’t be the one who will be waiting for eternity!

If you don’t concede that being afar from me ,
The minute feels like a thousand y e a r .
I won’t be waiting for you the one to see !

If you don’t confess that I’m your ecstasy ,
Y o u r R a p t u r o u s D e s i r e .
Your heaven on earth your existence and empathy!
I won’t be there to welcome you e a g r l y .

Love captivated you when you saw me on the shore.
I became the air you breath ,your D e s t i n y !
I”m the essence that sustains you to be.

I’m y o u r H e a r t ‘s first beat ,
For every heart stops when that beat Ends finally.

(( Love illuminates our personal world when we reject darkness.Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))

When you will know ? / H o n e y .


” loving the soul is timeless , loving the physical appearance is a cessation “Jalal Michael Sabbagh.1/24/2014.

When will yo know ,
How much l love you?
l am willing to deny my world,
And everything in it for you.
l will defy all dangers too.

If you ask me for the ocean ,
In your eyes l will pour it,
If you ask me for the moon ,
To your bosom l will bring it.

“l love you.”to the birds I will say it.
“l love you.” on the dew l will write it.
“l love you.”on the waters l will etch it.

Your love is my life’s story !
l don’t know what to call it?
If fate wrote it’s beginning !
He ought to wove an end to it.

He who opens a door ought to shut it,
He who ignites a fire ought to extinguish it!
My life means nothing if you are not in it.
(( Love is the essence of life,without it existence ceases.http://mysuccesisyoursuccess.wordpress.com ))

Y o u Are Created Beautiful ! / B o o n .


Over the centuries poets and and people are infatuated with prettiness.

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You are created beautiful to captivate our senses .

You are created beautiful to delight our existence.

With your charming  stature  and  fairness ,

With your mesmerizing laughs and gazes,

With your mindful thoughts and sweetness,

With your loving and compassionate heart,

With  your enchanting  innocent  looks,

With your affections and goodness,

You are a lady of epitome wholeness.

The Creator bestowed on you coquetry,

Beyond  human  comprehension ,

Praise him for he is generous ,

There are no boundaries for his kindness.

(( Beautiful people , beauty in the hearts and the beauty in nature are God’s gifts to the human kind.Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com ))

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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)),