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“Do you think we were always destined to know each other?' I say.
In my head I'm cresting the Ferris wheel with Jack beside me, our heads tipped back to look at the stars. Perhaps it's the wine, but my stomach flips slowly as he laughs quietly against my ear.
'I don't know if I believe in all that destiny stuff, Lu, but I'll always be glad you're in my life.'
He looks down into my eyes and his mouth is so close I can feel his breath on my lips. I ache.
'Me too,' I whisper. 'Even though being with you is hard on my heart sometimes.”
― One Day in December
In my head I'm cresting the Ferris wheel with Jack beside me, our heads tipped back to look at the stars. Perhaps it's the wine, but my stomach flips slowly as he laughs quietly against my ear.
'I don't know if I believe in all that destiny stuff, Lu, but I'll always be glad you're in my life.'
He looks down into my eyes and his mouth is so close I can feel his breath on my lips. I ache.
'Me too,' I whisper. 'Even though being with you is hard on my heart sometimes.”
― One Day in December
“He pulls me in and presses his lips to the crown of my head. I can feel that he's doing one of those lopsided smiles, and it all seems too good, like we can't possibly deserve it, like we're taking too much happiness and not leaving enough for everyone else.
"This is the bit where we turn on the telly and a nuclear war has started," I say, twisting to lie down next to him.
He smiles. "I don't think so. Doesn't work that way. Sometimes the happy thing just happens.”
― The Flatshare
"This is the bit where we turn on the telly and a nuclear war has started," I say, twisting to lie down next to him.
He smiles. "I don't think so. Doesn't work that way. Sometimes the happy thing just happens.”
― The Flatshare
“Your departure is not a tragedy:
I am like a willow tree
That always dies
While standing.”
― Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts
I am like a willow tree
That always dies
While standing.”
― Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts
“I hadn't told them about you,
But they saw you bathing in my eyes.
I hadn't told them about you,
But they saw you in my written words.
The perfume of love cannot be concealed.”
― Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts
But they saw you bathing in my eyes.
I hadn't told them about you,
But they saw you in my written words.
The perfume of love cannot be concealed.”
― Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts
“This is my last letter
There will be no others.
This is the last grey cloud
That will rain on you,
After this, you will never again
Know the rain.
This is the last drop of wine in my cup
There will be no more drunkenness.
This is the last letter of madness,
The last letter of childhood.
After me you will no longer know
The purity of youth
The beauty of madness.
I have loved you
Like a child running from school
Hiding birds and poems
In his pockets.
With you I was a child of
Hallucinations,
Distractions,
Contradictions,
I was a child of poetry and nervous writing.
As for you,
You were a woman of Eastern ways
Waiting for her fate to appear
In the lines of the coffee cups.
How miserable you are, my lady,
After today
You won't be in the blue notebooks,
In the pages of the letters,
In the cry of the candles,
In the mailman's bag.
You won't be
Inside the children's sweets
In the colored kites.
You won't be in the pain of the letters
In the pain of the poems.
You have exiled yourself
From the gardens of my childhood
You are no longer poetry.”
― Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts
There will be no others.
This is the last grey cloud
That will rain on you,
After this, you will never again
Know the rain.
This is the last drop of wine in my cup
There will be no more drunkenness.
This is the last letter of madness,
The last letter of childhood.
After me you will no longer know
The purity of youth
The beauty of madness.
I have loved you
Like a child running from school
Hiding birds and poems
In his pockets.
With you I was a child of
Hallucinations,
Distractions,
Contradictions,
I was a child of poetry and nervous writing.
As for you,
You were a woman of Eastern ways
Waiting for her fate to appear
In the lines of the coffee cups.
How miserable you are, my lady,
After today
You won't be in the blue notebooks,
In the pages of the letters,
In the cry of the candles,
In the mailman's bag.
You won't be
Inside the children's sweets
In the colored kites.
You won't be in the pain of the letters
In the pain of the poems.
You have exiled yourself
From the gardens of my childhood
You are no longer poetry.”
― Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts
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