Written at age 16
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Love is a god incarnate in hearts.
Love is what created us.
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Today...
I began to feel as though I were born anew.
I was like a mirage,
like a dream...
And now, I have become reality,
I have become a human being who feels,
empathizes,
and loves.
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My beloved...
I want her for myself alone...
For she is my whole life,
And my life belongs to no one.
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How I long to hold her in my hands,
To squeeze her pure essence,
And draw the light of my life from her eyes.
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I dream of her every night...
Her beautiful image haunts me,
Transporting me to a world of velvety seconds,
With mercurial heartbeats. To a world...
Reached only by those who love.
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I want to tell her
On the shore of an imaginary sea:
My moon...
From you I draw the light of my life.
Life without you is bitter.
How I wish I could wash your feet with my tears,
And weave your veil from the morning light.
How I wish I could fall asleep like a little child
In your arms
And inhale the fragrance of your radiant face.
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Your love, my beloved, is sacred to me.
Your love is a god I worship,
and a moon from which I draw inspiration for my writing.
Your love is a flower I water with my tears,
and a portrait I paint with my blood.
Never have I loved like this...
My heart calls to you,
My pen writes of you,
My thoughts are with you,
And everything in me is yours.
You are me, my life.
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Have you heard the story of Qays al-Amiri, Majnun Layla?
Or the legend of Romeo and Juliet?
They all died to live by love...
But I am alive,
And your love is killing me with longing for you.
-9-
Your hands...
Beauty fashioned them with moonlight.
Your hands...
For them, I will defy fate. My beloved,
It is you I love, and it is you I worship...
For I feel tenderness in your heart,
And love in your eyes,
And the joy of life in your soul,
And eternity dwells between your eyelids.
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Al-Dabour, Issue 2320, January 9, 1970, Beirut
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