hazem al jaber

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the poems don`t write... the poems talks... the poems were here, befor a poets born...…

No one can take a decision to love... only love can do...…

Addicted your love...…

Adorable chocolate...…

Adorable night...…

busy to you.. in thinking of you... and try to escape in thinking of you.. to find myself falling in my dream with you...…

after the leave... we got tired... and then we will get our rest... and put our baggages in-front us...…

the sky without stars... and the moon so dark... the day without lights... the summer so cold...…

Again newly...…

AGAIN YOU LEAVE.... and what after, , , again you leave, , , without saying goodbye...…

oh heart, you are so hard.. pulsate in a love and pump a love, and suddenly became a source of malice and revenge?…

a life is, , , a smile.... a tears....…

you are a life, and without you, there is no a life... you are a rain which supplied my passion..…

when a speech was over.. we were spent a many hours in a walk.. the city was very attented in a winter.. heard you when you talked..…