Summer's day

To my wife Alaa, the most precious girl in the world.
Thank you for everything!

--
What can I do?
If words cannot speak,
what I wish to say,
your love is like,
the summer's breeze,
or maybe like,
an autumn's day.
Or maybe like,
a child's dream,
which will not stop,
and will not sway...

What can I do?
If in the dark,
I found your light.
And slowly it,
had filled me with,
a soothing warmth,
and much delight?

What can I do?
to show you what,
you mean to me?
You broke my chain,
and broke my pain,
and set me free...

What can I do?
To make you feel,
the love that lingers,
deep inside.
It will not die,
just won't subside!

What can I do,
if all my dreams,
you made so real.
you made so true.
What can I do?
But tell you that,
I am for no one,
else but you...

My voice I give,
to none but you.
My gentle touch,
my gentle kiss.
I want to make you,
live in love,
I want to make you,
live in bliss...

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