Throughout the ages and even now in this age of dating sites, technology and the internet ,the many are searching for love.Love that captivate the heart,senses,mind and soul.Love that gives meaning to existence itself.
Only the lucky and the sincere ones had found this” Elixir of life ” Today young and old are trying to find love but in the wrong places.Others think that love will knock on their doors one day” When” ?
Yes ,true love can perform marvelous things .Love can change a person profoundly.Love can stand the test of time and triumph over all trails.True love can out ride pressure,family ordeals even pain and sadness.True love is commitment ,sacrifices and accepting every one unconditionally .
Books been written about love artists tried and trying to immortalize love with their innovations some times with images and concepts larger than life.True love burst from within unblemished and timeless.True love is to love the others like person loves his own self . The Greatest lover Gave up himself to give humanity the immortal life.There is no greater love than sacrificing oneself to save the others.Jalal Michael Sabbagh-Http://mysuccessisiyoursuccess.wordpress.com
She asked her doctor to prescribe a remedy to cure her
Obsession, the doctor suggested for her to try “patience”.
She found out patience was just an illusion ,
Doesn’t stand a chance with her at all.
She decided to flee his world ,leave him behind.
But where can she have a refuge?where to hide ?
His love memories are every where living within
Her,helplessly she can’t escape the fire inside.
Her obsession began calling her back to
Surrender or live alone her empty nights.
Reprimanded by her conscience,heart and mind.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh.https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com
What is earthly belongs to the body ,what is heavenly belongs to the soul.Jalal Michael Sabbagh
Its not what a person eats or drinks makes him clean or unclean rather its what comes out of his heart ,mind and lips what makes a person clean or unclean.
Today both life and faith are being attacked viciously and with full force of a culture racing toward self destruction. A direct attack on the very essence of human person.The only sensible way to defend life is to embrace life with arms wide open with our hearts and minds.To lay our lives enthusiastically at the service of those whom we love dearly and those who cross our paths . After all ,we are what we C e l e b r a t e .Jalal Michael Sabbagh.My success is your success and your success is my success.
Drink with me with your eyes.
Get drunk with me in you mind.
Let me be inflamed by your fire,
By your charm,your fascinating desire.
Promise me what does the moon aspire.
Swear by your fairness if you don’t drink,
To leave me a kiss on your glass brim ,
Before the lovely night expire.
l vow l will never drink again ,
unless you leave me alone and retire.
Drinking is senseless without you being here.
For a bird with broken wing can’t fly any higher .
Believe me my princess l will always ,
Adore your modesty and your glamor.
And for being so secretive l do fondly admire.
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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 .
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