11/10/2010 - Issue 44

Love Cycle
by Asmaa Bitar
Because that one once took my breath away,
Forever I wanted his warmth to stay
With me and hug me each and every day.
Of the dog he got me, I took good care,
And shared my secrets with his red flowers.
At his gorgeous face I just loved to stare,
Without a break, hours after hours.
But the dog and the flowers are now dead,
I’m sick and tired of him, I’m in bed.
I can’t imagine myself as his wife,
I need his ugly face out of my life.
Now I pray to God each and everyday,
To take him away and not let him stay,
Because this one now takes my breath away.
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