Don’t blame me,
For all the love ballads.
Blame the dreamy weather maybe,
Or the passionate writings of Khaled..
Whatever it is,
Everything reminds me of him..
When I breathe, there comes out,
Love’s boisterous hymn…
He was magical and distinctive,
His talks made me sigh.
Why can’t I stop thinking of him,
When I breathe, his thoughts take me high…
Oh my love!
I haven’t stopped loving you..
The laughs we had together,
Make me weak even though we’ve bid adieu..