He wants her
He was looking for her whole his life.
He tried hard to know where she lives.
He asked many if she was still alive,
Spending thousands days and thousands nights.
He was desperately in need of her.
Wonder where she was,
She must be somewhere near,
She might wait him on his door,
Yet he was unable to explore her fully,
She must be a source of comfort.
When she would give his a refuge in her arms;
Covered his with the softness of her skin,
Full of tenderness like a sweet wine.
He did not find her in the glittering cities,
Could not succeed to find her on Friday parties;
Nor on the busy streets,
He found her not on buses nor while driving car.
He left the church, left his schools,
He forgot his friends and all girls who were cool.
He reached at desert and laid there whole night,
Finally he found her and he abide with her forever.
She was the undying beauty indeed;
She was satisfaction and an eternal distention.
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