It feels like the betreayel of the innocent expectations to my heart...
I hoped...
I hoped...
I wished...
I expected....
I dreamed....
I said ; Maybe....
But now...Back to realty...
Nobody is innocent...and i realized that it's too late for me to have expectation(s) for the list of the " first in my life time " things...
I have waited...i have saved everything...everything..All those years...
To say the magic word, to open my heart, to share my songs , to introduce to my family, to go around the world, to make love in various positions, to hear special things...to be committed..to feel like she does everything for me..just , only and for the first time for me...
I have waited....To share the same feelings..the same things...the same " first " things....
And ....
I've realized that i've lost my virginity for a non virgin
Does that make me love her less...No...
Does that make her less special...No...
It's just...My wise friend once told me this ; Never ever have great expectations...Choose life...Do not choose people...
I disagreed...I wanted to wait till i find "the one"...i have saved all my virtues that all the women wanted to taste, to experience...i've hidden my world from all the females in my life such that there started to occur a line outside...
I didn't choose life..I'd chosen to wait for "her"...To feel real special...
I'd found her...But...
I feel...
Cold...
Alone..
Outside...
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Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say, I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and
passing of the years,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your source of passion,
I excite you.
Of playing into the Devils hand,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
Look at yourself,
what you have become.
You are now a field of sugar canes,
why show that sour face to me?
You have tamed the
winged horse of Love.
Of a death of a donkey,
why do you worry?
You say that I keep you warm inside.
Then why this cold sigh?
You have gone to the roof of heavens.
Of this world of dust, why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
Since you met me,
you have become a master singer,
and are now a skilled wrangler,
you can untangle any knot.
Of life's little leash
why do you worry?
Your arms are heavy
with treasures of all kinds.
About poverty,
why do you worry?
You are Joseph,
beautiful, strong,
steadfast in your belief,
all of Egypt has become drunk
because of you.
Of those who are blind to your beauty,
and deaf to your songs,
why do you worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You say that your housemate is the
Heart of Love,
she is your best friend.
You say that you are the heat of
the oven of every Lover.
You say that you are the servant of
Ali's magical sword, Zolfaghar.
Of any little dagger
why do you still worry?
Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security,
the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.
Oh the sultan of sultans,
of any other king,
why do you worry?
Be silent, like a fish,
and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,
of life's blazing fire.
Why do you worry?
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