of truth i told be wilted fate
the lies once alleged seemed shrewd
haply your allure contrived a lapse
though i discern i hankered trust
in due course settled all the same
with bricks and trowels by my hand
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
......
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
حبيبي تعـــــــــال تجـــد منزلك
معـدا كما كـــــان مــــن قبـل لك
تعال فمـــــا احتل قلبــــي سـواك
وغيرك فــــي خاطــري ما سـلك
تعـــــــــال فهــذا بســـاط الربيع
يوشــــــي بأزهــــــــاره مخمـلك
فلولاك لــــم تبْدُ هــــذي النجـوم
و لولاك مـــــا دار هـــــذا الـفَلَك
حبيبـي تعـــــال ادْنُ منــــي فكم
حسدت النسيـــــم الــــــذي قبلك
......
In the depths of longing, where emotions intertwine,
A tangle of contradictions, a delicate design.
My heart, a stubborn rebel, yearns for his affection,
While my weary mind resists, seeking its own protection.
Entwined in memories, like whispers through the breeze,
The touch of his fingertips, the way he put me at ease.
My heart reminisces, still besotted by his charm,
But my weary mind cautions, knowing it'll only bring harm.
......
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
of truth i told be wilted fate
the lies once alleged seemed shrewd
haply your allure contrived a lapse
though i discern i hankered trust
in due course settled all the same
with bricks and trowels by my hand
In the depths of longing, where emotions intertwine,
A tangle of contradictions, a delicate design.
My heart, a stubborn rebel, yearns for his affection,
While my weary mind resists, seeking its own protection.
Entwined in memories, like whispers through the breeze,
The touch of his fingertips, the way he put me at ease.
My heart reminisces, still besotted by his charm,
But my weary mind cautions, knowing it'll only bring harm.
......
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
......
I yearned for another,
Who wasn’t you,
But she wasn’t there,
Unlike you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
Did I fall
Just a little for you,
While longing for another,
......