By Freeyad Ibrahim
He wrote to his girlfriend, Maria...
On the street where you live,
there are nine women
who are more beautiful than you.
And seven women are taller than you...
and nine women are shorter than you...
And another loves me more than you do...
And at work there is a woman
who always smiles at me,
something you don't do...
And others are calling me to talk...
others are asking me to pursue..
And the waitress in the restaurant
puts honey for me instead of sugar in tea...
and says its rather intended to you
But I love you....
And after his marriage to her,
Maria was at home,
yes, the best wife to him....
She bore his sickness, poverty, travel and absence from her...
And endured all kinds of misery with him....
While she was on her death bed...
Dostoevsky said to her:
(I didn't even betray you in memory!)
I still Love You
Freyad Hugo
Author, Writer
Netherlands
August,2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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