To love at war is what I do
To smile at pain is my joy
To give is disguise is my best gift.
My happiness is nailed with sacrifices
and my day erodes with empty promises.
Surrounded with all I need
except that which I deserve.
No one can see
for her face is like a marketplace trading beautiful smiles.
My river is my desert
My water is my thirst
And my home is where I serve my setence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.