My Lady

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My Lady
you were the most important woman in my history
before the leaving of this year
you're now...the most impoertant woman
after the birth of this year
you're a woman i can't count it with hours and days
you're a woman made of the poetry nectar
and from the Dreams' Gold
you're a woman were living in my body
before a million years
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My Lady

the one who was made of Cutton and Clouds
the one who i can call her a Rain of Jewel
and the River of Nahound
and a Row forest
the one who siwmmes in the water of my heart like a fish
the one who lives in the eyes like a folk of pigeons
nothing will change in my emotion
nor my feelings
not even in my heart or my faith
because i'll stay in the islamic religion
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My Lady

do not care about the harmony of time
nor about the name of the years
you're a woman and you'll still as woman
and in everytime
i will still Love you
when the 21 century enter
and when the 25 century enter
and when the 29 century enter
and I will Love you
when the seas drys
and the forst burns
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Posted: Feb 2015

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