Is That What We Call A Love.... Poem by hazem al jaber

o lady of love, ..
o lady, whom i love, ..
your love running in my vein, ..
o lady, whom occupied my life and world too, ..
you are the love, ..
the love, which we know,
and which all talks about, ...

sweetheart, ....
without you, i am rough, ..
walking, as never walked before, ..
thinking and deeply thinking, ..
but really don`t know why, ...
is that a love, , ? ? ?
is that a love, which we know, ..? ? ?
is that what a lovers suffer in, ..? ?
or just me, whom suffer..? ?
is that what we call a love...? ? ?

after you, the world is not a world...
and a living without sense, , ,
without a taste to this life, , , ,

became lost
crazy, don`t know what to do..
and became mad about you, ..

please, , is that a love, ..
true and real love...? ? ?
which let me cry and suffer, ..
every day and every night, ,
is that it..? ?
which coming to me every night..
and take off a sleepiness from my eyes, ,
take my sleepiness in a clever way, ..
and left me alone with myself, ..
left me lost, ..
don`t know where, ..
even did not know a moon to sun, ..
and make me forget all, ..
even my name, ..

if that a love, as they said, , , ? ? ?
so, , ,
i am happy to fall with, ..
to be fallen with you, ...
i love you, even if that love was as a sword..
as a sword need to execute me, ..
as a sword missed to kill me....