Wish You Were Here

Wish you were here
Me oh my countryman
Wish you were here

Wish you were here
Don't you know the stove is
Getting colder
And I miss you like hell
And I'm feeling blue

Wish you were here
Me oh my countryman
Wish you were here

Wish you were here
Don't you know the stove is
Getting colder
And I miss you like hell
And I'm feeling blue

I've got feelings for you babe
Do you still feel the same
From the first time I laid my
Eyes on you
I felt joy of livin
I saw heaven in your eyes
In your eyes

Wish you were here
Me oh my countryman
Wish you where here (I wish you were here)

Wish you were here
Don't you know the stove is
Getting colder
And I miss you like hell
And I'm feeling blue


I miss your laugh I miss
Your smile
I miss everything about you
Every second's like a minute
Every minute's like a day
When you're far away


Wish you were here
The stove is getting colder baby
I wish you were here
Wish you were here
A battlefield of love and fear
And I wish you were here

I've got feelings for you babe
Do you still feel the same
From the first time I laid my
Eyes on you

Wish you were here
Me oh my countryman
Wish you where here (I wish you were here)

Wish you were here
Don't you know the stove is
Getting colder
And I miss you like hell
And I'm feeling blue

Winter Sonata's Music

Love is ..

Love is: When we fight till the very last minute, Just to show and tell someone how much we love him

Missing You

Golden melody - A time for us

Cinderella on Words

I am made to listen... once he dances with me...
Words that are unlike words...

I am taken... from under my arm
He places me... on whichever cloud...

Black rain... befalls my eyes...
Dropping... ever dense... ever dense...

I am carried, by he
To landings of a red evening...

And I, like a child, within his hand,
As a feather carried by whispers of wind...

He presents me to the sun
He presents me to a summer
And a flock of birds...

He tells me... that I am his art piece,
Thousands of stars worth...
that I am a treasure...
that I am a portrait of all portraits he had seen...
He pours into me, that which lightens me,
That which makes me forget... the dance and its steps...

Words...
that turn my own history...
that make me a woman... for but a few moments...

For me, through illusion, he builds a castle...
that I cannot live in... only... for but a few moments...

And I return... to my table...
With not but words...

My Dream's Music

Happy Feast Muslims

Well Moralled are..

Who Deserves You is..

مـن يستــحقـك هـو ..

رجل لن ينتـظر فرصة مـنـك
بل سوف يخلق فرصته بنفسه
سيفعل الـــمستحيل لأجـــــلك

سيرسم لكي ما تـبقي من حياتك معه
ســــــيجعلك أول أولويـــاته
و سـيـخـطـط لحيـاة تجمعك به سويـاً
يـشـــاركك فـي قـراراته لـيـحظي بكي إلي جانبه
و يستـحق أن يـبــقي قــلبك معه لبـقية سنين العمر
فإن لم يفــعل فهو بكل تـــأكيد ليس من يستحقـك