Not Yet At All - Poem by Eman Awad
The greatest poem is not yet written,
and the most beautiful child isn't born yet.
So many poems were born and written,
but still my promise to you i'll never forget.
The greatest sea isn't yet discovered,
and the greatest song isn't yet rhymed.
Still the greatest secret is yet uncovered,
and the end of every thing is still untimed.
You know that the perfect love words,
aren't yet said between the two of us.
The greatest word of all the love words,
and it's ours, just for the two of us.
I couldn't have said more that day,
than what i've said in loving you.
How am i happy and swept away,
are they old, or are they untrue?
The greatest word, my love, is not yet said,
and don't worry, still we have my life time.
You know i'll love you till my soul is dead,
my breath is fading but till then you're mine.
Loving you is the greatest thing happened to me,
and i know that your name will be the last i'll call.
And every day a greater word comes out of me,
the better days are yet to come,
and the greatest word of love,
is yet unsaid, still not yet at all....
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