Between A Wild Thyme And Laurel Melancholy Poem by AID Abdelhakim

I cradled my nights with a huge wave of delight fragment of my heart and love me breathe deeply. Creating the illusion in each iris to agree to be loved, in the heavenly paradise fresh tear in a warm stream dragging me has straddled the power of love. The orchid dying of pain relieved my sore torrent of pain. A hearing that I share life with the whip of cunning, and a muse to many scalped nose. GOD gives me a dawn full of secrets, on the east, Hope, perseverance, courage to open up trails to the pitfalls of fighting without fever. On the twilight ray stellar beauty, beautiful engraved image of the west, love patience and piety, forgiven the fragile souls and human cruelty. A challenge for the immortality of my five mages of life. In my monastery, there is no door or armored bluntly cachoterie nor his injuries completing this or that serious satisfaction of all desires that you love broods per subject, makes you blind. I rule the soul divine source of absolute happiness, those who leave it discovers the wisdom to exist, the opportunity to mix the pure and sincere love. Finally have the keys to eternity longevity of Venus. Thou shalt be as naive as you type the vessel disclosing crazy four seasons, more stupid than all your nights spraying days of innocent pleasure of feeling invisible sixth sense. I do not expect the return of the condor, I would not wait until you feel thirsty, the peak of the honey flowing evil, or what time it freezes. Yes! (The sun breach fresh every morning renews his promises kisses the horizon twice) My promises are sacred over any confession, I hate the jurors promised the French unearths the floor on which the honor, and this new formula life (you all excited in this world to be excited) in the fresco of good friendship, forgetting that the mirror Cirera wrinkles, no one will remember your white nights. I love that bee royal voiceless who walk the turmoil his honey, faithful to the noble sense. This shovel ant for decades until the flood is a sharing of bread. This kitten leaping from wall to wall, climbing the trees of a lemon or orange to reach its young, lying in the yard, or hallway waiting for her kittens whose breastfed my Grandmother's has offered to our neighbors to be well fed and in turn from house to house, following the scent of her little without forgetting its promise to raise them, there are still human, but in another animal form. If you accept my invitation, welcome to my ball, I take your lightning, my belly dance that holds your sighs in flames, the orchestral scores of the night to the sound of my body. Tone burst of a siren chorus to major pulse of my heart. Sleeping in the fire of your hidden desires, your chaste flesh tremble with passion in a minor star in a wedding. Your eyes reflect the clear contrasts with a fountain, crystal shine paths for the future. Enchanting comforter on your long hair, there is the clarity of a star, frost all my worries, your soft corona hug my sleeping virgin, a mirage that such beauty and protect you. Murmurs in a sky blue move the cradle of a sea-green, while stirring in me, everlasting joy, all pulsate in you in an exciting future in my belly dance. (The idiot who discloses his sorrows at night revolts against all hope, be alert and smiling) . What I used to lie helplessly at you that creates a paradise of your dreams, already you're part of my life. My Nautilus completes Pearl and other surprises. Happiness, love can be found in itself, and not to the lady with the tarot itself has no chance. I offer the white scarf of a shooting star, it will make your cheeks with his purple pink. I will remain cursed, thou shalt be the most darling, unconscious of my verses that flow into the veins of an olive tree. Hostage to your whims torture, you'll be the most revered reckless in my monastery without armored door. As this little world, so much pain, disappointment, pain, tearing into my sails minds. Sewing up my mast only, to other shores flying over the bow and dust, in the light rain, hail, snow and my three drops of tears, I caressed the canvas of blue, open my treasure, an excess of charm me for the wreckage of an isolated rock, the irresistible Emerald in my heart. (The rhapsody of the melody a pink sand) The voice of an angel whose wings begin to deteriorate this said, I want your heart desired that all pleasures! Warmer than any sparks! Above all souls! Too bad life does not look like our mingled pity that the boat has lost the compass of wisdom, we are slaves to what we need. No one is conscious of its pages white or gray dry even his cruel tombs, only God will judge. I'm really sorry, impossible to forget everything, it's hard to have no memory. I liked being amnesic for some time can be longer, but never any bleach in the golden sand, just to see if (the halo of a sunset would be different)