بين أنف وشفتين | علياء الكاظمي

Lucky who you will have my beloved, he is wonderful, gallant, good, and I know him the most,
No woman will know him like I did, I know how much he loves his mother and how contradictory his feelings towards his father are, I am like him, I adore my mother, and I am confused in describing my feelings towards my father.
I know that he traveled to study engineering under compulsion because his father wanted him to be an engineer like him, and I know that he has literary inclinations, and that he loves reading poetry as well as writing it..
I know that he has several poems that he wrote at different times in his life, and I know that< br> His poems are amazingly beautiful, He did not read his poems to anyone else, he swore before me
that he would not publish them, he did not write them for others to share with him, he wrote them for himself, to empty some of his never-ending inner struggle, all of those poems revolved around his relationship with his father
and his incomplete sense of him
I know he loves red, and hates gray, I know he loves Italian food
and knows how to cook it skillfully..
I know his room is cold in winter, and he is a man who hates the cold, I know he loves summer for the sea The sea in which he can swim for hours without getting tired or tired.
I know that he loves Turkish coffee, without sugar, and then he started to feel a palpitation in his heart after drinking it, then he got used to drinking French coffee because it was lighter on his heart than the previous one.