Thanks a lot Babe
Because you sent me that Photo...
The whole night I couldn't sleep
Thanks for treating me like a Toto...
You wanted to kill me I feel it deep in my heart
Which was running fast inside me like a Moto...
You may give hundreds of excuses...
But the fact is that I will no longer be...
That precious jewelry hidden in Your Grotto...
Stop behaving like you are doing...
LOVE is not Killing after Winning...
It is a daily sacrifices...
It had never been by Chance that great lotto...
Wael Karameh
July 11,2009.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem