The female doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : 'Here is your home country.'
Nizar QabbaniYour love taught me to grieve and I have been needing, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal
Nizar QabbaniAnd I fear that my place gets taken by some other one, very lucky and not too shy, who flirts with your eyes while Iโm the one whoโs crazy about them.
Nizar Qabbani