my soul is distressed <br />my heart is ill <br />love must be confessed <br />and i love her still <br />no way to conquer that disease <br />her love i cannot kill <br />coz loving her my heart won't cease <br />it is against his will <br />**** <br />no matter how much i try <br />her love to me is the sky <br />and i am that guy <br />which without it will die <br />she didn't feel sigh <br />for letting me cry <br />till I - the plant <br /> became dry<br /><br />Tareq Jalabi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dry-plant/
