She

She is the warmth that gives me life in this cold world

She is happiness

 She is love´s strong muscles.

She is the hope

She is the optimism

She is the infinite ambition

She is the elixir of life

She is the energy that creates

She is the Eagle

She is poetry

She is the magical night

She is passion´s Springtime

She is the intellect´s white lilies

She is the intoxicating wine

She is Stockholm´s sign

She is the lips that kissing as a double-edged sword

She is the feminine version of the lord

She is the red roses in the day of Valentine

She is the branches

She is the leaves

She is the holy wine

She is the sunrise

She is the stars that annoys the moonlight, night after night

She is a child's limitless dreams

She is the children who are out of my sight

She is the source

She is a pitcher

She is the water

She is the time that was, and is

She is the future

She is the poet's eternal words

She is the rhythm

She is the song of the birds

She is the lust

She is the dance

She is the last chance

She is the bloody red color

She is the spirit that keeps Beirut alive

She is the earthquake that gave me a rebirth

She is the one who got me to return to my Phoenician roots

She was the one who made the bullfinch to keep his promise

I have fasted, and I have not eaten in a long time.

I will be returning to her clay oven

And I´ll poke into it her special cedar wood.

Alain Safa