A Little Hours... Poem by hazem al jaber

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..
and feel in your muse..
gives you a warm feel..
you tried to hide your feelings, while a tram run way..
but you can`t do..
your feelings was openly to all..
so don`t try..
all know that you had a warm thinking about me..
and who says that we don`t had emotion to each others..
let us walk more hours,
and hear a music rain...