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The Easiest Thing of All By Nabih Saliba It’s easy to remember the first time I laid eyes on you Every day, your beauty still takes my breath away It’s easy to admire what you’re capable of Every day, you demonstrate your capacity for greatness It’s easy to be jealous of the time that isn’t mine Every day, I see the care you invest in others It’s easy to be proud of you Every day, you push a little further into the unknown It’s easy to think of you Every day, you occupy my thoughts, dreams and desires It’s easy to wait for you Every day, I look forward to discovering new things with you It’s easy to imagine the rest of my life with you Every day, you remind me of what a joy living can be It’s easy for me to thank you Every day, you brighten my life In every moment I remember you In every moment I admire you In every moment I feel jealous In every moment I think of you In every moment I wait for you In every moment I i...

Spare Angel by Nabih Saliba He sat with his defeated stare I wondered what had put him there. "Poor soul," I thought and looked at him, as he bared forth his toothless grin. "Dear God," I prayed inside my head "If you don't help, he'll soon be dead!" Within my soul, I heard a His voice, "I've sent my angel so rejoice!" I looked around and tried to spot The angel that this fellow got When in the window I could see The angel sent by God was me

A Hair Upon His Pillow by Nabih Saliba A hair upon his pillow The scent of old perfume Both obvious reminders Someone else had shared his room There's laughter in the shower And a shirt still on the floor Just another indicator Of a night that is no more The lipstick on his collar Has been washed but still exists Like many other memories It's faded but persists The picture in his wallet Holds a copy of her smile He'd look at it quite often Though he hasn't in a while Her clothes hang in the closet Her toothbrush by the sink Now every time he sees them It makes him stop and think The bottles on the counter The wheelchair by the bed Not the promise of tomorrow But what happened here instead There's a hair upon his pillow Not a taunt to bring him strife But a blessed testimony Someone else had shared his life

by Nabih Saliba If she should smile, the Sun would shine and all the world would flourish for I am hers and she is mine to love, to hold and cherish. If she should dream, the sky would ring as all the angels cheer it then I would sing so I could bring the way that she might hear it. If she could share, she’d know we care about the world she lives in then we could bare our feelings there so she could know where we’ve been. If she should fear, she’d stop in fright––the world would shrink and bind her so I will come to bring a light and in the darkness find her. If she would cry, the stars would fall and weigh her soul with sorrow then I shall peel away the sky and bring about tomorrow. If she would love, life opens up––a realm without a border for then the world makes sense to me, the universe in order. If I could say how much she means to me and those around her then maybe she might step aside and let the world astound her. ...