The Days Are Long. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

The days are long and empty.
Except for some exquisite moments
When you're facing me,
Lost deeply in your thoughts,
Your head resting in your palm
And leaning a little forward
With the innocent air of a baby
And giving the impression you're after
Something far, uncertain, unattainable.
At such moments I look at you tenderly
And I see in you my life, my destiny.
And I know that I love you deeply,
That I have always loved you and always will.