Do I love you

Do I love you?

You ask.

I have no clue …

I say.

But… you have brought happiness to my heart

A breeze into my soul

You are what I think of each passing moment

I smile to you in my absent thoughts

I converse with you in my mind

I look at you in my passing memories

Of a blank existence that seems only to refresh images of you

Your smiling eyes

Your dancing hearts

Are somewhere in front of my eyes

Day and night

Do I love you?

I ask…

I just know you have become an integral part of what I am

Your heart beats are felt in mine

I feel your blood running through my veins

I just feel you there

Inside a nostalgic state of an awaited feeling

Should be called love…

Maybe it is love

It is one sure thing you …

That I feel all this to …

Published by nadiaharhash

Exploring my own Shoes ... somehow my walk , my way ... Being a woman is one thing . One important thing of originally two things. However, living in a global patriarchal dominance makes one thing dominant of another . A lifetime struggle of women resilience for being the one thing they are Women . All the resilience of being a woman is another ONE thing . For being a Moslem woman is another thing . Being a Moslem woman living in an Occupied land is definitely a totally other thing. What if you add divorce to this ? Being a Woman, a Moslem , a Palestinian and Divorced … makes the introduction to living in my shoes… Living in a Shoe of a Woman. PS. English is not my first language.. I know I often need to edit , however, there is something in the power of the 'click send' button.. ever since I did it the first time .. I enjoy clicking directly from my heart...unedited...

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