Boiling blood sea
My great, sweet and international flower, muse and Artist.
There are billions of old sharp knives in my heart.
I need a great Love doctor and chemist.
He is only living in the garden of your smile.
That is sweeter than the water of River Nile.
You are the only one who can destroy the walls of sadness jail.
My blood forms millions of Red, Black and Boiling seas.
My chest is the source of the sad red and hot water Ocean.
And your hands can remove all these pains in seconds.
You are a shinning star and I am a sad Knight on the earth.
You are the most beautiful butterfly in the gardens
And my black color covers the skies.
Is it possible to live in your very big deep heart in a room?
Is it possible to be the happiest bride and groom?
No, my sad fate with rejection the of United Nations came.
Written by Abdellatif Ahmed Fouad
November 9, 2018