This Whisper Poem by Issam Aladdin

This Whisper



Just to have your point of view
doesn't help at all
just to have a picture of you
won`t ease this thirst

it means nothing at all
if you wave me goodbye,
but the way your face shines
makes me fall and cry

all is well that ends
on a poor man`s heart
nothingness becomes everything
and joy embraces his heart

hear my whisper
hear my soul
love is near
love me do...

Monday, April 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye
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