'My Dear, ' - Poem by Ali Sabry
The other day you were on my mind again, and this time I realize I need you a lot… Yesterday I was lonely and walking on the street, when all of a sudden I saw a silhouette walking towards me.
This shape had your countenance. I'm sure it was you. And you have changed so much since I last saw you.
You are much more beautiful than when I saw you last time. You are getting prettier by the day. May God bless and protect you, all your life. Darling, let's try and fix our misunderstandings, which we had last time. Maybe we can solve our differences and get together again. It was my fault, and I hope you will forgive me for that. You know that all these years I didn't have with any other woman. Every day I was waiting for your phone call. Although my name is in the phone book, you didn't call me once. I'm here in front of you, and I ask you to forgive me. I'm ready to sleep outside your home, even in snow and rain, until you shall forgive me. Please, my lovely lady, don't disregard my plea, because of a mistake, which I have done. You know, when I walk on the street I see your face all the time in my mind, and I hear your voice. My mind has stored in its memory even your favorite perfume, which I bought for you, the first time we met. My dear you mean everything to me. Don't forget that I want you to be my other half, and the twin of my soul. I hope you will understand the mess I'm in, and you may consider me as your life's partner. My affection for you is beyond description, and my heart is your forever. I save hot kisses for you, when you will decide to give me a chance.
Ali Sabry The Romantic Man
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