My only offer as meager it may seem
A gift of prayer of continuous gleam
My only value for you is my heart
One heart for you to ever depart
I have no fame to my name
Loving words mean the same
Each bird that whistles
All the things with bristles
I mound a nest of love
To hold you from above.
Photos & written by Hadel S. Ma’ayeh, ©Copyright 2016, All rights reserved.