For I love thee, never did say
 
 
Reem, my love, am I wronged?
Thy mocking care in gentle touch,
Brushed upon my brow thy lips
In tenderness, never was such,
Foolish the fool, am I not?
Could I have not loved thee so much?
Fair lilies blooming, white waves
In the garden, silently sway,
Dancing thy tranquil dance,
Begging of thee to stay
Awhile, awhile, though willow weeps,
For I love thee, never did say.
Winds whispering and wandering
Field to field without care,
I saw with unwavering eyes,
Thy face raised to the calming air,
Never beheld before, 'tis now realized,
Thy beauty, precious, ever fair.
Oh gone, gone with breeze and day,
It is eve that is come this way,
Tho' moon masquerades this shadowed mask,
Would thee return my love, in silence I pray,
Yet cry and fill the shallowed stream,
For I love thee, never did say.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir