Moutasem Algharati


The Need Of You

The need of you, makes me miss you
No more, nor less, worth being beside
You do know that, love you I do
Yet my jealousy might, harbour suicide!

My heart and I, in turn are blamed
Of your absence they, are always suffering
Hiding their tears, cherishing your shade
Are they that mad? Or in love shuddering?

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