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He told her repeatedly, “I love you my love”
“Hayati“, he said to her. “You are my Hayati“
Her ears kept listening
And she then started whistling
Hayati, Hayati, those words of love! It made her vent
Expressions of love, she realized what it meant.
It was Arabic and it meant she was his life and she believed him because she felt his scent
His scent of his pure love was in his eyes
He cared about no man who was before him ; he knew her worth and her price
Her worth was priceless and her devotion would be forever
But did he knew? How she felt? She did not want to love. No, never ever.
Her past still haunts her and her eyes brims with a tear
None she will trust again as she is still living in a fear.