It Seems That Sour Is The Only Flavor I Will Taste, As I’ll Always Loss The Race. Poem by Raouf Reda

My angel, my all

Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices,
Through not demanding everything from one another, can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine.

Oh Lord!

Look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to you’re with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you.

If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I.

My journey was a fearful one!

I did not sleep until 4 o'clock yesterday morning.

A wise man told me once you will find sweetness in sour, (That’s why I asked you yesterday, would I find sweetness in life?) but you didn’t understand.

But I know the answer!
It seems that sour is the only flavor I will taste, as I’ll always loss the race.

I really wish to be you charming prince, but what can I do, I am so stupid in away I did have the hints.

I wanted so much to complete you as your love complete me. But I wasn’t man enough.

I believe every word you said because I love you, and that hurts.

So at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night,
Today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you, but you don’t want to listen…

I have to take the road at night as nothing can fear my heart.