Lesson From Dad XXIX / The Sky Is The Limit.


My son , never stop trying for the b e s t.

If you can not fly then try your best to run.

If you can not run , then try your best to walk.

If you can not walk , then try to crawl non stop.

No matter what you do , motivate yourself and pray.

Remember my beloved one the sky is the limit .

You can soar , fly , you were born to be a star.

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

My Precious Love ! / Ocean ! Sky !


My love for you is as vast as the ocean,
AS high as the highness of the S k y .

Oh’ dear petite love of mine ,don’t tremble,
Don’t be afraid ,l beg you don’t C r y .

Don’t be anxious ,don’t hasten our fate.
l implore you for heaven sake don’t be shy.

My sweet love listen to me don’t ask me why?
The vessel of love is near ,soon will be by.

Be happy my love ,you are to me more,
Precious than all the treasure even my eye.

Your love c r o w e n s my H e a r t ,
Whether y o u are f a r or n i g h .

Rest assure tomorrow the impossible will defy,
Waiting for a dream to come true is hard to bear,
Deluging thoughts are sharper than a a spear.

Don’t let our hopes fade or die,
They are the wings that make you fly.

You can touche the stars if you try.
l love you endlessly never ask me why.?

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)),

Infatuation ! / Phoenix.


Love’s affection in the Arabian desert living captivates the deepest senses . Loving a woman transcends the point of worshiping and adoring.

Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenix trying to reach the threshold of the skies before he is exhausted ,before he dies.

Their souls seems to be in existence as the vast universe . As long their hearts beat ,as long they are with sentiment filled with love.

A poet is like a sparrow ,but he doesn’t know what the birds lives go through every day.Birds are wanderers despite being free in the fast skies.

A poet suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t loves him or fathom his feelings of hopelessness , remoteness , strangeness

and solicitude .

My love you are not getting nearer,

And l can’t get any closer to you.

I am like a chick in child’s palm .

He can’t perceive the chick’s pain,

When he squeezes her between his fingers.

The chick tastes the bitterness of death,

While he is amused with his game.

He doesn’t know what he is doing or why?

And the chick has no feathers ,

To set herself free and F l y .

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