Ghina alBiek

(8/6/1996 / Damascus)

The One


I love the one that his eyes shine whenever he smiles
I love the one who laughs whenever he hears a joke
I love the one that has this baby face
I love the one that has this tiny heart
I love the one with this perfection i see in him
I love the one, the one i see perfect no matter what he does
I love the one who cares about his expensive jacket
I love the one that isn't a waster
I love the one that is so humble
I love the one who looks through people not at them
I love the one who cares about inner beauty and not appearences
I love the one that laughs with everyone
I love the one who smiles at everyone's face
I love the one that is always so nice to others
I love the one that helps people he loves no matter what
I love the one that loves with all his heart
I love the one that suffers for the one he loves
I love everything about this one
Except the fact that am not the one he loves
Except the fact that i'll never be........

Submitted: Monday, January 23, 2012

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  • Dave Walker (1/23/2012 1:23:00 PM)

    A great poem, like it. Great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    An Angel Cries. (Report) Reply

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