My Lady

You were the most important woman in my history before the leaving of this year you're now.the most impoertant woman after the birth of this year you're a woman i can't count it with hours and days you're a woman made of the poetry nectar and from the Dreams' Gold you're a woman were living in my body before a million years My Lady the one who was made of Cutton and Clouds the one who i can call her a Rain of Jewel and the River of Nahound and a Row forest the one who siwmmes in the water of my heart like a fish the one who lives in the eyes like a folk of pigeons nothing will change in my emotion nor my feelings not even in my heart or my faith because i'll stay in the islamic religion My Lady do not care about the harmony of time nor about the name of the years you're a woman and you'll still as woman and in everytime i will still Love you when the 21 century enter and when the 25 century enter and when the 29 century enter and I will Love you when the seas drys and the forst burns