Dear M.M

The one I love has a heart,

Not of silver or gold.

His heart is much more precious,

Made of a touch of gentleness

And the finest kindness.

He gives me gifts, 

Not of flowers or diamonds

But of respect and everlasting trust.

-Najwa Zebian-

M.m, you are my everything.

I'm rarely speechless, but my Ghad!
(the way you say it)

You are galaxies and hurricanes 

Right here in the palm of my hand

And I cannot help but be left breathless...

Always and forever

m.