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Missing Love
As I sit alone in silence and despair,
My heart aches with the weight of memories rare.
Of moments shared, of laughter and tears,
Of warmth and love that once removed fears.
The echo of your voice, I long to hear,
The scent of your perfume, so sweet and dear.
To see you smile, to hold you tight,
To lose myself in your embrace's might.
But now you're gone, and I'm here alone,
A love so pure, now turned to stone.
My heart is heavy, my soul is cold,
Missing you feels like a burden untold.
Oh love, where have you gone,
Leaving me to grieve and mourn.
I long for your touch, your kiss, your presence,
To fill the void in my heart's essence.
Until that day when we meet again,
My heart will yearn and my soul will strain.
For I'll forever miss the love we shared,
A bond so strong that can never be compared.
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My dear daughter
My dear daughter, my heart does yearn,
For your presence, my love, my concern,
Your absence leaves a void so deep,
That even in sleep, I can't help but weep.
The house is quiet, too still and bare,
Without your laughter, your warmth, your care,
The days are long, the nights are cold,
My heart aches with a pain untold.
I long to hold you, to see your smile,
To hear your stories, to talk for a while,
Your absence is a wound that won't heal,
A void that no one can ever fill.
My darling daughter, please come back soon,
End this silence, this endless gloom,
Your presence is a light in my life,
A joy that cuts through all the strife.
Until you return, I'll hold you in my heart,
And wait for the day when we won't be apart,
I love you more than words can say,
And miss you more with each passing day.
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Far from you
Far from you
Far from you, my heart feels blue,
With every moment feeling so new,
The distance between us is wide,
And I'm longing to be by your side.
I miss your touch, your warm embrace,
The way you light up every space,
And though we're apart, it's true,
My love for you still shines through.
I dream of the day we'll be together,
Holding hands in any weather,
With every step bringing us closer,
To the love that we both share, bolder.
Until then, I'll cherish each memory,
Of the love that's forever in me,
And hold on tight to our love so true,
Even though I'm far from you.
For distance cannot break our bond,
A love that's forever, beyond,
And though we may be miles apart,
You'll forever be in my heart.
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Not another tear
Not another tear in your eyes.
My love, Queen of my heart
Get up from your illness and your suffering,
And this by the power and my convictions in God!
I confess to you that in my bowels
Vibrate all the instances of torment,
And ill-spiked wisps of great concern for thee.
At times my heart is filled with fear and anguish
And I know not around me, or in my mind,
Where to hang the balance of my senses?
I don't have the strength
To think, to cry or to hesitate.
Your absence invites a silence that breaks
The walk of ease on all smiles.
Your entrails share the horrible strength of sorrow
That gushes the ungodliness of this incoherence, that you live.
My breath hesitates, but I have faith
That the colors of the dawn and even
The melancholy of the dew accompany you
With their best wishes.
The voice of the orchids intermingle and sing for you
Your return to your beautiful nature a little shaken,
Under the bright sun
This bitterness transforms our hot summer days,
And in the midst of your incumbent reality,
We waltz too close to solitude.
Finally, if it were not the tenderness of the sky
And the compassion of God, all powerful,
By his grace, the acceptance of our prayers,
And moreover, by his forgiveness, what would it be together,
You, me, your family: our destiny?
You cradle such beauty of heart
Within the confines of your perfect virtues.
The weakness of your body fills you with an aura of reclusion
But fortunately, it reveals your greatness,
And especially from where you recover this joy,
That we all crown with love
And our best feelings
They are there so that no one
No one will see another tear in your eyes.
Ah, let him be filled with honor, vision and prudence,
The man who embraces the certainty of his convictions,
For the perfection and harmony of human existence.
He always finds the best delights.
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Sweet evening
Why is it so mild tonight?
Why does a joy float over me?
Because a glimmer of hope
Has just illuminated my emotion.
The angel who always avoids me
With a smile healed my heart
But he passed too quickly
I hold a grudge against him.
Angel if you want to walk
A look at your slave
Delay it on this damned one
And strengthen his fetters.
Every time your appear
My idolatry increases
Always you are new and fresh
Always my soul you dominate.
Never have you been so bright to me
Then in this moment of your smile
Source of my noisy pleasure
What a joy! Oh, muse of my delirium.
Moulay Cherif Chebihi Hassani
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When I think
The past keeps popping up
Beneath our wondering eyes
The sound of some caress
Rises from a leafless tree.
We plot on the earth
We plot in the air
We follow the mystery
In these small facts.
It is dangerous to please
Among the world we live in
And it is better to keep silent
Then to listen to what is said.
Let us carry our discreet soul
In the green radiance
Of the woods whose heads we see
Blacken the blue firmament.
Our fertile laziness
Has the insight
Of a man who, in drunken drunkenness
Seeks his lucidity.
Is a bit of a fool who composes
In prose or verse
Genius is a thing
That on looks at askew.
We are born to be a poet
The bag on the back
They take you for the comet
And charged with all the words.
If you have a pretty face
A little girl, while walking
Turns as you pass
And says, "Oh, how lovely he is".
We have wild fear
The pusillanimity
Of a bird, living in a cage
Who seeks freedom.
We accuse the planet
Of turning too fast or not
When it's our heard
It's our head that's not moving.
Do you want me to tell you
The whole truth?
We harness stupidity
To the chariot of hilarity.
Philosophe, dream and pass
Dreams are our friends
Who we hunt
And catch without a license.
The tree is a morose dreamer,
Straight before eternity
A wrestler who rests
In all Serenity.
It sheltered the tenderness
Of lovers who came in the evening
At the hour when the sun goes down
Its gigantic mirror.
It is the soul of the bocage
Of the forest the splendour
Where the bird takes its flight
And the while Lily its candour.
Of a live is the emblem
The dearest memory
When you mark, in your flesh
The name of the one you love.
Moulay Cherif Chebihi Hassani
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