My day without you passes as if it never was.
And the sun sets down as if it didn’t rise.
Every heart beat your sweet name repeats.
Waiting by the window with yearning heart,
for your arms to embrace me tenderly and tight,
Before the moon departs my endless night.
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Like the morning dew that touches ,
The roses petals and refreshs their cheeks.
So does your fragrance when it touches my soul.
When l look into your eyes, l travel a magical,
Realm ,where time doesn’t exist at all.
Your fairness and sweetness captivate my senses,
Your love guides my life with tender control.
(( The realm of happiness is not what a person shows on the outside,but what he really feels from the inside.
” Often friendship ends with love , but love seldom ends with friendship.”
((Love and tender woman’s heart keep the world revolving.Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://email@example.com )) Heartily thank you for the 1770 followers of my blog and those who visit the blog.
I woke up early morning and headed over to our lovely garden to smell the flowers and to listen to the birds melodies upon the trees. While l was picking few flowers l lifted my head and saw a nightingale on the grapevine romancing his charming beloved mate.I was enchanted by their intimacy,my heart felt the blissfulness of the scene.Spreading his wings,he tried to shade her from the sun.Tenderly sang for her most amazing tones ,as if he was saying to her.”my lovely angel tell me what your heart desires? what you want?l will bring it to you even if l have to travel the world over,even if it would cost me to sacrifice my life,Promise me you will never leave me.”They began to hug and kiss passionately.He was about to court her when she suddenly flow away leaving him to suffer his misery.His sadness broke my heart.He leaned on the branch as if he was having a heart attack .His dreams,his hopes and building the nest were shattered when he saw her surrendering herself to her lover who was waiting for her on the apple tree.Madly embracing her between his wings.The poor Nightingale was faithful,but she betrayed him and their vows .l heard him shout his last cry,as if he was saying goodbye. l was about to leave the garden when l saw him fall down on the ground cold corpse without life.l picked his remains up and buried him near the grapevine tree where l saw him first.l couldn’t help it I shed few tears while humming his last melody.Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://firstname.lastname@example.org