Nour Nawar

Light blue was the color he borrowed from the sea,
To fill his eyes and ensorcell me…
And his hair must have been painted during a rainy October,
A so dark brown l fail to get over…
Oh and his chest must have been a piece of heaven,
In which all of my fears only seemed to lessen…
Yet, in the realm of his love I was not the queen
I tasted weakness, and distance I have seen
But the bells warned me, oh the bells used to sing
That in his own kingdom, my darling was not the king…
– Nour Nawar