Lo! as a moon when up she shines,
To spread its light here and there,
Someone at whom I like to stare,
Has got all sweet beauty signs.
I have something for her in heart,
I do Love her, or even more.
I think of her and always adore,
How come I ever think we part?
She is of me O! I'm from her.
We are one thing one heart and soul,
Has born of love, a tape on spool,
How come we part? That isn't fair?
By: Ali el-Assal
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