# Poetry

To my daughter, In the midst of the war, Amid the heart-aching pain, Through the windy nights, On my darkest days, You are my hope.

I want to stay in the dream from the night we met. It’s the wildest fantasy I’ve ever had. Can we meet there again? Just to kiss you one last time, and hold you once more after a million embraces.

There’s a scar etched on my heart, Forged by love from ages past. Yet it makes me brave in the battle, Brings hope amidst despair, And guides me forward.

Can we stay in the magic forever? The magic lives in the night we loved each other so much and danced beneath the Mediterranean skies. Yes, the kiss, the stars, and you—everything seemed magical to me.

I’ll meet you In the space between darkness and light, where everything feels divine.

I’ve always believed in magic, and I felt it the first time I saw you.

Baby, I am in love with the sparks inside you. Can I call it hope?

Take me home, country roads the place where we met in the evenings, The place where we played and laughed together.

I don’t want to be an original, I have learned, inspired, and stolen from everything I have seen. I want to be a rare mix.