The Lover Of Lovers



Relatives mourned a rebel fighter, killed during a battle with the military forces of Col. Muammar el-Qaddafi in Misurata, during his funeral in Misurata. Zohra Bensemra/Reuters

My friend, you are a beloved brother and beloved son to all Libyan and a beloved lover all the lovers around the world. Shrouded by blanket and sunlit garden of laurel, and peaceful sleep in your victorious bier and lays on peacefully on Libya breasts!  My friend, your Libya forever, the seed you planted for your beloved Libya, the freedom will blooms every corners of her soil; as the star of red sand desert, an enchanting flower on street corners, benches and altars, the mighty cloud of wings and a life giver in lovers’ oasis, the fragrance wind from seven seas and enduring lucky charm for your lovers and harbinger of the peace. My friend your precious gift always with us the token of ever lasting love!