A storm of feeling is squeezing my cold body br But nothing is changing in the trip of time… br br Still your face is shining in my heart like that of a saint br Still your beauty is living in my mind like a lovely paint… br Still your smell is driving me crazy as if I am going to faint.... br br Still you are my lover after all what you said…All what you did br Still I feel you are closer to my teary eye much more than the lid br Still you are my real weakness from which I don’t want to get rid! ! ! br br br br br Wael Karameh br April 10,2009.