The Lady Whom Made Me.... Poem by hazem al jaber

your coming is not like all, ..
your coming is different than all whole...
with your coming, to me, ...
every thing in the world, disappear...
even all people, i can`t see...
except you, and your shining...
and your eyes, which are took me in unlimited trip, ..

you, ...
you are so much to me...
you are so great, ..
as all languages, without letters..

so, you, ...
whon live in me, ..
live always inside me, ..
give me your love, , ,
give me your passion, ...
graft your soul deeply inside me, ..
as a dream never we wake up with, ..
because, of you i can be, ..
and you whom, made me.....