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The taste of loyalty flowing in the blood resembles the color of the flowers Red valiant, the light of life wades through love Without giving up, faithfully continue to illuminate like a light Shining like a full moon illuminates the darkness of the heart Decorate the journey of a love fairy tale ... which continues to refract in the boat of true love. Beautiful and beautiful roses Your every petal is a hope for the beetle Hope for tomorrow That the storm will surely pass Beautiful roses Red white yellow pink Your variety of colors Adding beauty to the sharp corners of the thorns I want to be like you rose Can protect yourself and beautiful Until no one hurts me

Until no one plays with me Beautiful roses I whisper a twilight for you to anchor So that the poetry I write is not miserable in the west Want you to know that I will always be your home Roses Your scent reminds me To someone who has turned to ashes Someone who is very rusty at heart I hold roses Until the heart breaks red Until hope stabs a lie Died memories for you to keep Sometimes the heart is tired of crying Scream until the sound is gone Cry until the tears dry Just leaving tired I won't forget For every red rose you give Because at the end I say loyalty In every petal my prayer is anchored for you Now everything is black You disappeared from the black of the eye Only a bunch of black roses I can give When the sun sets where we are.

'How can beauty like yours be committed to live in this place? Please tell me who your are, and whence you come? ' I asked. She sat gracefully on the green grass and responded, 'I am the symbol of nature! I am the ever virgin your forefathers worshipped, and to my honor they erected shrines and temples at Baalbek and Jbeil.' And I dared say, 'But those temples and shrines were laid waste and the bones of my adoring ancestors became a part of the earth; nothing was left to commemorate their goddess save a pitiful few and the forgotten pages in the book of history.' She replied, 'Some goddesses live in the lives of their worshippers and die in their deaths, while some live an eternal and infinite life. My life is sustained by the world of beauty which you will see where ever you rest your eyes, and this beauty is nature itself; it is the beginning of the shepherds joy among the hills, and a villagers happiness in the fields, and the pleasure of the awe filled tribes between the mountains and the plains. This Beauty promotes the wise into the throne the truth.'

Then I said, 'Beauty is a terrible power! ' And she retorted, 'Human beings fear all things, even yourselves. You fear heaven, the source of spiritual peace; you fear nature, the haven of rest and tranquility; you fear the God of goodness and accuse him of anger, while he is full of love and mercy.'

One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth. I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness. I was engrossed deeply in thought and my spirits were sailing the firmament when a hour, wearing a sprig of grapevine that covered part of her naked body, and a wreath of poppies about her golden hair, suddenly appeared to me. As she she realized my astonishment, she greeted me saying, 'Fear me not; I am the Nymph of the Jungle.'