Poetry prostrate

On the day of the month of the year
The minute I breathe
There was a surrender wave
Forcing me to stop everything

I stop the madness of life
With you this soul is filled
I love you
So great is unrivaled

But when it's time I have to go too
Leave you to leave all

my love hijra strengthened my reason
To be a better human being
But when the light comes
Pick me up where I might run

I have to leave all this love
And when he meets he begs
Return us together again
In heaven you are God

A mountain of dinar pieces
can not beat the luster of my love
Bahagi I see you
Able to smile defeated bitterly