call me in my real name...
to let me hear your voice...
talk to me in your red lips...
to understood your words...
look at me in your sad eyes...
to feel you as a real truth..
and to wake up from my dreams...
give me your hands..
to be able to know, why i am here...
hazem al jaber
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-7/
