Your eyes are the journey of my certainty
The harbor of my stories and the bridge of my longing

Your eyes are the journey of my certainty
The harbor of my stories and the bridge of my longing
Jordan, the majesty of a pride that amazed
With its purity, like a hidden pearl
My poetry encloses it with a ring of my love
And light blooms from the clarity of my forehead
In my left hand, from your eloquence, is a verse
And the scroll of the nobles is the fold of my right hand
I believed in you, and you are the beginning of love
Unique from the beginning of creation
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