“Miss you my love”

When we go back to the memories,

We will close our eyes a little bit,

How many times we wish if we will be a spotter blind,

So as to not wake up from those dreams,

And from those memories,            

I was napping this night,

I come back to my memories of that place,

Where we were the revival of the three of us (you, I and that tree),

My spirit took me to that place,

Where we sketch on the tree our characters names” you, I”

You deported and I stayed alone,

I wish I was with you or deported with you,

But remained letters of your name on that tree,

I want to tell you that I pulled those characters of your name in the tree,
I put it in my bag,

But the fact I did not put it there in my bag,

I put it in another place,

I have place in my heart,

And that place just for you,

My love I will irrigate those characters by my tears,

In every morning and evening,

So as not to wilt and to never forget,

I will make it grow in the internal,

And I will take seed of it when will appear,

I will distribute between all the lover,

Oh, my love,

I was afraid about you from the cold,

When you was with me,

When we were out together in the Parks,

I was putting my coat on your shoulders,

I was feeling in your cold cheeks when I was touching it,

My love reassures me now,

Do you feel cold and you're on your grave?

My love I did not forget you,

And I will never forget you,

I was in Love with you’re alive,

And in love with you're dead,

This poem about two lovers and they were meeting each other under the tree in a park. They wrote litters of them names on the tree. One day the man die and his beloved become alone.

By "Omar Khalid Hashim"