My Love. - Poem by Omar Eldamsheety
She wants a poem every day.
She refuses excuses or delay.
My love, you deserve much more.
I wish I was rich, not poor.
She has very nice and warm eyes.
She is beauty, smart and wise.
She can sing sweetly like birds.
I'm sorry, I have only my words.
As a queen, She takes what she loves.
As a lover, I accept what she gives.
I love you, is always what I say.
She can leave but, I can only stay.
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