A Weakness Not Like Another… Poem by Wael Karameh
A Weakness Not Like Another…
A storm of feeling is squeezing my cold body
But nothing is changing in the trip of time…
Still your face is shining in my heart like that of a saint
Still your beauty is living in my mind like a lovely paint…
Still your smell is driving me crazy as if I am going to faint....
Still you are my lover after all what you said…All what you did
Still I feel you are closer to my teary eye much more than the lid
Still you are my real weakness from which I don’t want to get rid! ! !
Wael Karameh
April 10,2009.
She found and touched your weakness, guess cupid may to blame...Lovely!
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4/25/2024 4:54:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the sweetest and wonderful weakness is the love one and if love is weakness, it is weakness oif the great..a title for a poem once i wrote..