Its Love Is Exaggerated, But It's True *** Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I love it In truth, but All of its ways are Wholly dead-ends... I never hate it Simply it's my true love Although I am faraway from it... I love its pretty seasons Although its Winter is greatly Cruel and cold... I love its blue sea, I love its wild flowers Anywhere and everywhere... Everything is truly lovely In it including its fallen leaves Everywhere... I love its silence that Reminds me of a lot of silent things... Its love is exaggerated, but It deserves it greatly, truly, and Wonderfully... It is my own city Which I am in love with it For ever and ever...