I loved you day and night
I loved the magic of your eyes…
I loved staying up late at night
I loved your days….
I loved your madness…
Fadwa Attia, an artist and poet from Egypt, shares her love poems
Fadwa Attia Mohamed, born on December 22, 1976, in Cairo, Egypt, has specialization in Photography, Oil Painting and Decorative Theater. She did bachelors from the Faculty of Applied Arts, Major- Décor in 2000. She is member of the Association of Applied Arts Designers and the Cairo Atelier for artists and writers. She is Head of the Department of Fine Arts Palace of Child Culture of the Ministry of Culture. Several exhibitions of her work have been held nationally and internationally. She has published articles of the Cultural surrounding in the Ministry of Culture and ready to issue a collection of short stories. She is winner of dozens of awards and certificates.
I loved you day and night
I loved you day and night
I loved the magic of your eyes…
I loved staying up late at night
I loved your days….
I loved your madness
I remained in love with your sanctuary…
I yearn for your love
I loved you day and night….
I fell in love with your words….
I got lost in your worries.
I forgot myself about you….
I became lost in your love
I loved your days…
I cried for your separation
Come back to me,
My heart is full of your love…I have always loved you…
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I was shocked at my love
I was shocked at my love
My beloved who wronged me,
Why did you wrong me?
Is it because I loved you, or what?
My love for you is like the love of butterflies.
For flowers, the love of the stars, for the moon,
Remaining moments of memory of my love and your love,
My shock at your injustice to me is great,
I do not know whether we will return to where we were
Or whether we will separate forever,
But my shock at you made me feel a deep, never-ending sadness.
Goodbye, beloved of my life.
***
Why do our moments of love end?
I loved your love and spent my days with you.
Why then
Why do our moments of love end in separation?
Because our love is not by our hands but from God?
For how long? Then for how long?
I chose our days, we cried, our love separated,
But my heart beats with your love and you still love me.
Why did you leave, my lifelong lover?
We may return to each other, but will our love remain as it was?
It is nothing but a little love from me to you and I leave it to God who arranges our days,
My lifelong lover.
***
Why did I love you?
Why did I love you? Why?
I loved the sky in your eyes.
I loved our memories together.
I loved everything that brought us together.
You became my home and my family.
You became everything to me.
My view of the world changed.
After we loved each other, I changed.
You became my whole life in a long night.
You became a dream for all of me. One night he comes to me in a dream
A lover I loved, and we were together through thick and thin.
Our memories are endless, our dreams are relentless.
We have become lovers in the sanctuary of love,
And we will remain lovers in the sanctuary of eternal love.
Our love never ends no matter what happens, eternal love never dies.
***
My Lifelong Lover
I have waited for you so much, my beloved,
And I have hope that your love will be like the sea whose waves do not calm down.
Your love has become the focus of my life.
Do you feel me or not?
Your distance has increased a lot,
And my days have become lost to me
And I have become no longer the one who loved you.
Come back, beloved of my life, to my warm heart with your love.
Come back. You will find me waiting for you,
Wandering in love during your days,
And getting lost with you in the moments of my life, my lifelong lover.
***
Not me
Not me, because I am surprised by that time,
Time is strange,
Our feelings were lost,
We became like a machine,
Everything became soulless, tasteless, colorless,
Every day is more difficult than the previous one,
Why does love not prevail in our lives?
Why do we not ignore goodness and love and search for the unreasonable,
Why, why has it become a strange time in all its meanings?
It has become a harsh time.
Concepts and feelings have changed,
Interests have prevailed, and love has been lost.
Have we become a forest, or what?
I am not me. Take me to the virtuous city of Plato,
Where love, imagination, and honesty are, until I return to myself. I am not me.
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