I Am To My Love

Painting attributed to Vladimir Volegov

Behold and hear
My little white bird
Why be absurd

And curious
It's obvious
And crystal clear
Don't blame or get mad
Or be sad
This is the way to be
I am to my love
And he is to me

Winter is gone he said
The dove returned
Apples blossomed and sent
To my doors their scent
With little dew and sunrise
Truly in your eyes lies
My spring and skies

So when he made the call
I did not hesitate
I ran to my fate
He took me and stole
My sleep and comfort
Put to our escort
Beauty and its merits
We stood in the holy court
Where love prays
And asked the sun rays
To bits by bits
Our love story knits.

Sami Cherkaoui
(An attempt to give a Fayrouz song an English meaning)

My Princess

 Howard David Johnson Portrait

Who else
Would be my princess
Who would dare?
To claim a share
Of your glow
ANd without you know
You made a mess
When you had the touch
Of the divine bless
That very much
Made the Angels jealous
They stood alert
And in a blink
I stood in defence
How can they think
They can hurt
My princess
Or without a fight
Can take my heart

Sami Cherkaoui

The Divine Touch

Christiane Vleugels Painting

It is clearly said
You are the dew
God had made
For femininity
And from you
Outlined Beauty
This is true
Also your lovely face
Has a holy trace
And with some divine tricks
These lips
Flourished as a red rose
But from Blood and Flesh
Ripe and fresh
For a love doze
And a hungry kiss

Sami Cherkaoui

Endurance

Annie Stegg Painting

When you are afar
I feel the distance
Is just an instance
Of endurance
But from the first instant
I know I can't tolerate
At any rate
This fate
And I hate
The space
That makes you far
Like a blazing star
I can only see
But can not embrace
And to bring you to me
I will fight the destiny
Dare the universe
I don't want the glee
I just want you in my arms
Not my Avatar

Sami Cherkaoui

Except You

Elzbieta Mozyro Painting

Except you who else
Can be my pulse
Hold my heart
And together start
This trip
For me
Life is a ship
Sails only in your sea

Sami Cherkaoui

My Last Day

An He Painting

If I sleep and you are not
My dream and shed
If I wake up and don't smell
Your scent in my bed
If my soul don't stay
In your heart when I pray
And you are not the sun
Of my day
Then I can say
My life is gone
And yesterday
Was my last day

Sami Cherkaoui