أنت قهوتى وخمرى
بقلمى منصور أبو عبدالله
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أنتى كالقهوة خاص مذاقها
ومع كل رشفة يزيد عشقها
وليس كل الناس تعرف قدرها
فالقهوة عشق يصعب تركها
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أنا أعشق المظبوط وهى تعشقنى
وإن غبت عنها يوما أراها تطلبنى
انتى قهوتى التى أراها فتضبطنى
وعلى قدر عشقى لها فهى تعشقنى
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تغيبين عنى فيبحر العقل تيها
وينبشه موج الشوق بين اه وايها
غيابك يمزق أوردتى و يدميها
بكى تبدأ أسفارى وبعدك ينهيها
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أصبحت كخمر يسكرنى لقياها
وعقلى يذهب منى ان يوما رأها
عشقتها ولن أعشق يوما سواها
امرأة ملكت قلبى وقلبى يهواها
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أبحر فى الكلمات دوما لالقاها
لعل السطور يوما تخبرنى بهواها
ولعلها تخبرها كلماتى وتلمع عيناها
وعندما أرسو على شط أنول رضاها
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على شفا فنجان قهوتى ترقص شفتاها
فأرتشف ببطئ لعلى أتذوق هواها
مهما غابت فلن يغيب عنى ذكراها
وهل لمثلى ان يهجر مثلها او يسلاها
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بقلمى منصور أبو عبدالله
أنت قهوتى وخمرى
You are my coffee and my wine Written by Mansour Abu Abdullah **************** You are like coffee, its taste is special, and with every sip its love increases, and not all people know its value, for coffee is a love that is difficult to abandon ********* ** I love the right thing, and she loves me, and if I am away from her one day, I see her asking for me. You are my coffee that I see, and she controls me, and as much as I love her, she loves me. *********** You are absent from me, and the mind wanders lost, and the waves of longing between it and her are swept up by it. Your absence tears up my veins. He makes her cry so that my travels begin, and after you he ends them *********** I have become like wine, the sight of her intoxicates me, and my mind goes away from me. One day I saw her, I fell in love with her, and I will never love anyone other than her, a woman who owned my heart, and my heart loves her *********** Sail in Words are always for me to deliver, perhaps the lines will one day tell me her love, and perhaps my words will tell her, and her eyes will shine, and when we land on the shore, I will receive her satisfaction ************ On the brink of my cup of coffee, her lips dance, so I sip slowly, so that I may taste her passion, no matter how absent she is, I will never forget her memory. Is there anyone like me? To abandon someone like her or entertain her ************* Written by Mansour Abu Abdullah You are my coffee and my wine
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