Not by kiss Or by hugs !
I will satisfy yourself-conceit , my lady
I am man from the past , the time damage him
I am your redolent memories & I am passing days
I am man already the longing exhaust him
Until become fancy cry to him
I am man , sinking in your tear sea , sadness of u my lady
So tell me …
Why I see your eyes , make place to sad . . . !
And why your tear too warm. . . !
Ooooh lady …
Kill me … or kill that’s place …
Or kill the chance , because its reunion between our hearts
U can reprisals from all ( me , him , that’s )
Lady . . . your tear like a glass & cup
And coffee without sugar and whitener
Lady . . . your tear more expensive of corundum & pearls and coral
So your tear break my pride . . .
My lady . . . . I am sorry . . . I cant see your tear agin.
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by
salman al-ansari