[عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد]

Under the blanket
The actresses of America want to tell me secrets under the blanket
The fruit of the girls of Norway want to take off my jacket.
The queens of Sweden want to dance twenty four hours a day on a magic table to me.
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The girls of Mansoura dream to sing dance barefoot and kiss me
The wives in London in a conference declare under your hips our hips will be
The flowers of the girls of Italy sing away from your hips we will not be.
2-
The princess of the Gulf write every second on your chest we will dance for you
The ladies of Australia act a play my immortal beauty
Emily Dickenson became alive with my admiration and my majesty
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They are asking me the way to my golden heart
They are asking me the way to every system in my body
I tell them my white body is only for my love queen of beauty
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The heart lives and has his pure love and I tell them I am a gift
I am love messenger and with my poem I am the best
My poetries are the History and geography of love
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They tell your love you do not find
I see you walk sadly on the love seaside
I tell hearts of poetess of first century I call the moon on the night
Day and night for pure Romance my pen and my eyes fight
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The singers of the Hollywood sing Abd:o you are the sunlight even in the night
The rulers of Russia sew clothes from my poems
The mountains of India Asia and made their tops from the bones of my last poems.
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The spring makes his beauty from the inner beauty of my Arabic poetries
The hell has her heat from the heat from my love and hearts of my letters
The innocence of the faces of the kids are living and growing on my Romance

Abdellatif Ahmed Fouad
Egypt Dakhlya Senbellawan Ghazala
May, 1, 2015