Strange

Strange

Strange how your dear face
That held my heart so strong
Doesn't have now any trace
To which I look and long

Strange how your sweet smile
That kept me glad and sane
Is now for me out of style
Its charm doesn't remain

It's not strange, no at all
After our love you killed
Not a meeting, nor a call
With you I seek to build

© Ziad Dib Jreige