Although you are not here
If you utter my name I can easily hear…
Time is passing slowly like a candle melting
Love is growing fast like the fire invited by the wind…
You will be always here, inside my heart
Love for me is a real passion
Not a job one day I have to retire…
Love can start but if it is true
It will never have an end! ! !
Wael Karameh Karameh
July 06,2009.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem