My Lady

you were the most important woman in my history

before the leaving of this year

you're now...the most impoertant woman

after the birth of this year

you're a woman i can't count it with hours and days

you're a woman made of the poetry nectar

and from the Dreams' Gold

you're a woman were living in my body

before a million years

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My Lady

the one who was made of Cutton and Clouds

the one who i can call her a Rain of Jewel

and the River of Nahound

and a Row forest

the one who siwmmes in the water of my heart like a fish

the one who lives in the eyes like a folk of pigeons

nothing will change in my emotion

nor my feelings

not even in my heart or my faith

because i'll stay in the islamic religion

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My Lady

do not care about the harmony of time
nor about the name of the years

you're a woman and you'll still as woman

and in everytime

i will still Love you

when the 21 century enter
and when the 25 century enter
and when the 29 century enter

and I will Love you

when the seas drys

and the forst burns

It’s a very sweet poem and no one can write such as sensitive poem unless he was Nizar
Nizar gabany can be an amazing lover but a lousy faithful.