Prince Of All Charms. Poem by Eman Awad

Unaware of the meaning of love,
all i know is that i write.
Feeling for some one new whenever i rove,
keeping him in my sight.
But after i write poems,
about love and finally pain.
I fall for them, creating homes,
creating dreams without a name.
I go on with a new life each time,
i smile again but still i ache.
I end up with no one mine,
afraid of a strong heart break.
But what is life without,
words i write and fly.
I will be alive that i doubt,
simply i'll fall to die.
New meanings i get,
out of each ones' eyes.
But soon i carry on and forget,
the charm and linger lies.
The one is about to come,
heaven is in his aspect and smiles.
My strife will soon be done,
soon as long as he cuts those miles.
Beauty is what i seek to write,
but how to write about his beauty divine?
Dreaming of his tenderness at night,
thinking, when will he be mine?
Soon he will be,
i knew he awaits me.
An increadible melody,
an out standing reverie.
No one deserves the life inside,
but him and him only.
No one deserves the thoughts on my mind,
and the tears of being lonely.
The prince of all the charms,
that angel only destinated for me.
I wait to be in your arms,
i patientally wait to be free...