To be my love

To be my love
By:Mekhled Alzaza
Come quietly to these doors
and see these boys
when steer at yours
With cloudy and chilly tears
No one likes you
But all of them are you
This ,my dear ,the sound of life
You never have had before
nor your love
Even your heart have not cope with that
Since you born ,under these trees.
So that and after that
Tell life and pestlince:
All of them like me
But nobody can love me
Nobody follows and trusts me
Even on my grave they forgot
To put the water and flowers
And wrote one word that
Can come quietly near these doors
To be my love