Fate
by Ihab Sinno
The dreams are over, and still I need you,
Still I hope your touch, your twilight to pursue,
Craving your face, to color my eyes,
To guide me through, the punctures of the skies,
I’ll be awake, when you’re next to me,
Pull out the time, until I reach my ecstasy,
Then steal your breathe, to haunt your soul,
And kiss your lips, regain my whole,
I want to live you, and be your death-mate,
Since I’m an instance in your memory; it’s fate.