Sixty Love Letters for her

1
It is difficult to give things their names,
It is difficult that LOVE is only
Four letters
In the flock of alphabet.

2
I did not see the cotton pieces of ice
On the glass of the window
On Christmas.

I did not collect berries
In their far away farms.

I did not know the number of
Wild narcissus petals.

So how could I describe our hug as
Melting icy cotton on the
The glass of a window
Where water flooded into
the fields of berries
To grow the leaves of the narcissus?!

Is it the necessity of poetry,
Or is it love?

3
I do not care about changing history
I am not interested in replacing old testaments,
Nor modifying them.

I came to you
for writing or being another history.

4
On the way leading to you,
I fought one thousand and one battles,
As lands fought for the kisses of rain,
As the cattle searched for grass,
Remembering the painful memories..

But all of these battles were,
My little ones!

5
The heavenly words of the holy texts,
Are formed by the same letters
Of insults being exchanged by
Thieves and liars,
Street sellers,
Corrupted and corrupting people.

As if we were the only prophets
Given the revelation,
Leaving the lost words
For the rest of them.

6
In the world of chaos
I am trying to be a true destroyer
To put it back in order.

7
There is no stronger than
The presence of charm,
But the charm of the effect left.

8
I do not care
If am in exile,
As long I have a home,
In the heart of a lonely woman.

9
We do not need
Kalashnikovs,
Tanks,
Rockets,
Mines,
And nuclear weapons.

It is enough to delete the word of
Fear
From the dictionary of the human beings.

10
I do not like the image
in the mirror.
Would I change the lifeless item?
Or should I change myself?

11
You are free to fall in love and lose everything,
Except your woman.

You are free to give your heart for rent,
And gain everything,
Except her.

12
He shouted on the borders of struggles,
How could I identify you,
While you are stealing my ID?

13
Defining the kiss:
A drop of water
Drinks from the face of the river.

14
When sadness sinks,
With the fallen sun
Pain rises with the moon.

15
There is no river
Without water,
There is no heart
Deserted of love.

16
When the goddesses dropped
Beauty with rain,
All women drank its water.
But there was only one woman
Keeping herself thirsty,
Waiting for you,
Near a spring of water.

17
I am not a strange man!
Your voice every morning,
Is sending me to a homeland,
As the sea gives life for its inhabitants.

18
When your feet rest comfortably,
On a solid land,
There, will be your homeland.

19
Are they equal;
Some one who lived as a lover?
And another who lived unethical?

20
Absence could cure,
But your cure is someone else’s poison.
How hard is the death!

21
Whenever we repeat our stories,
We add to them.
The baby is alive at birth,
And our story is complete
When time turns over our page.

22
A burning one could not identify fire,
A lover could not explain
What is love?

Whenever he wants to
Be out of love,
He finds himself inside.

23
We belong to
The race of love.
It is not important
How much are we related,
As long as we are the members
Of Love family.

24
Although we are excited about
The tales of lovers,
We still have the desire
To invent our tale.
It is love.

25
As a bird with wetted wings
Getting ready to fly,
Your hair touched my face,
Leaving the drops of water to wet the nests.

26
He survived the destiny of
“Men under the Sun”*
He crossed the boarders alive,
to die there every day.

* “Men under the Sun”* A novel by the Palestinian writer Ghassan Kanafani, of a group of refugees tried to escape in a water tank vehicle, but they died before reaching because of heat.

27
Love is a cosmic clinic,
With no doctor to attend.
There, we shall ha…