My heart does not know you.
Even the girls of your country think about me.
As my heart has two big secret eyes.
It can see the depth of Pluto and Mars.
No need to be my friend.
My readers are billions all over the world.
There three billion kingdoms of girls in my heart.
I built them for my special enjoyment.
My be the poetry is a knife in our chest.
May be in the future I made your sky visit.
May be poverty waits me and kill me.
As my love passed away and I try new.
We spend sweet time reading our heart production.
And the hearts of the next generation.
My poetries are the fruits of populations.
They push happiness in the arteries of generations.
May be you are old or young, not a problem.
The authority and money will become a steam.
If your love in chest, It will be an ice.
I am the enemy of women and romance.
This is the truth since Christopher Marlow.
Since the result of the battle of waterloo.
You will be visited by the rays of the sun and rain.
My be in dreams, with me you spend a honeymoon.
May be you get me stars from the sky.
As you will live forever in my poetry.
Written by Abdellatif A. Fouad.