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MOHAMMAD SKATI


MY ONLY LOVE


Love can not be sold or be bought Because it's not a normal commodity, It is something great and sublime We feel it, we own it, or we get it, It is greatly born in our hearts Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, It is running smoothly in the depth Of our warm hearts to make them leap up, Our hearts keep that great love to Grow like a plant until it is ripe, It is love that dwells in every cell In our body fingerprinted for ever, Love's pretty arrow hits suddenly Our hearts to make them prettier, I give that love only to that pretty Woman that considers it greatly anytime, so My only love goes wonderfully for her, For that pretty woman that understands it.

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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