The New Old... Poem by hazem al jaber

The new and the old...
my old papers.. the new papers...
here i am again...
came again to my old papers...
playing and searching in my old papers...
my old memories...
the old history...

searching in the old coffer...
searching about the old papers...
maybe to find her old address...
when i met her at the first time...
at the crossroads...
when i took her hand...
and took her away from her certain lost...
while she been crying..
and been so sad...

asked me to be with here...
and to not leave her alone...
as her lover did before...

hugged her and gave her a friendly kiss..
just a soft and normal kiss..
and said to her...
that i will be with you for sure...
and to the end of the road...
but as a friend, not as a lover...

but she got angry and sad, after i said that...
and want to leave...

thought for a seconds...
and said to myself...
how could i let her go again...
after she been always in my heart...
and her blood run into my vein...
and while she been to me as the water and the air to my life...
and every thing to my soul...

after a great effort...
i confessed to her about my feelings...
and about the love which i keep for here...
and about the nights, which i spent in a pains...

fly ed from the happiness...
since she heard that...
as a sea`s gulls...
and the smiles returned to her cheeks...

then cried and yelled...
love you so, said while her tears fall..
and begged to me, to not leave her again...
and to be the lover for her and forever...
promised her to be...
and forever...