Khaled Al-Aqouri

When I begin writing, I find myself and find myself I find myself uttering the oppressed letters that refuse to be seen between the lines I find sometimes my tears flow on my wet paper so my soul remains my timid self that wants to be liberated but sometimes refuses and when I write forget that I have alphabets and gauges

Sweetheart I long for you Every night my soul embraces the light of the moon .. And the threads of night come to me for a dream and I am between your arms

For you, my love, my love, my heart has learned my highest and most true heartbeat of love, I wrote my most precious words, I wrote my most beautiful poems, and I chanted the most beautiful melodies for you, my love, I wrote hundreds of words, wrote thousands of poems, and organized the most beautiful verses for you. You are the only one who wrote my letters in my heart. I wrote the history of your love of my blood and in my veins and the letters of your name, the lights of the leaves are bright ... ... and the words are sweet with it and for you you have lit on the ground a thousand candles and with each candle love melt my heart in your heart and Your love melts for you my love I will build palaces fancy on the port of your chest stitches Ahwaq love everywhere, all the characters play a beautiful melody I give it to you to tell you love K