All The Difference

They dressed the table to make peace 

Between the Mid-East and the West 

With their sweet accents Lebanese 

And souls steeped in divine unrest 


With warmth and generosity 

With goodwill, energy and dance - 

With flare and audacity - 

Arab flamboyance, class of France - 


They dressed the table, and I drank 

And then she came, the Love's delight - 

In beauty walked she, and I thanked 

What had created such a sight: 


Beautiful from skin to the bone 

Blonde, tender, delicate and tall 

And I for hours sat by the phone 

Waiting simply to hear her call -


 And love within her, that made her, 

Was stronger than the sting of death:

 The beauty of her soul and form 

Dispelled all darkness, fear and wrath. 


Hello, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight! 

More bliss and goodness of all kinds! 

She walks in beauty like the light 

And gives glad tidings to mankind! 


More happy love! In her, divine 

Life's fervent, passionate embrace! 

In her eternity and time 

Mingle together and are blessed! 


Where present touches Evermore - 

And Inspiration makes Man true 

There is the freedom! There heart soars 

And bids mind's manacles adieu - 


And who was cold, then becomes warm 

And light of heaven never parts 

From her delightful, beauteous form 

And from her tender, loving heart. 


But in there they are made to live 

And be fulfillment of the whole! 

Algerian beauty! Warm and free 

And a delightful, loving soul. 


The slings and arrows and the knives 

When turned on end and put to flight 

Become the arrows of life 

That sow in people's hearts delight - 


They kill no more, they bring alive 

The dreams that dwell in human mind 

And through them world with passion rife 

Becomes the lot of humankind. 


Soul does not kindly stop for death:

It only cares to stop for love 

Not yet to take a narrow path 

Or wide one: but to soar above 


The world with a barbaric scream

And wake the neighbors underneath: 

Hear, people! Man can feel and dream 

And make here possible the bliss! 


We make dreams real! With our own lives 

We make real visions of the best! 

More beauteous life! More happy love! 

And by this humankind is blessed! 


We make dreams real! And in this is 

Our training for the future times: 

To know how to impart the bliss 

Is to know what is paradise! 


With dreams the soul on life makes claim - 

To make them real within the world 

Is to make live, from day to day, 

The truth that shapes the human soul. 


Algerian beauty! Warm and free - 

With luminosity divine - 

The sky within her and the sea 

Basking in rays of morning sun - 


In soul-deep eyes, in soul-light hair, 

In soulful gentleness and peace 

In dreamy, warm and tender stare - 

In her the present touches Bliss! 


Greetings, sweet love! Soar, heart! Take flight! 

More bliss and passion of all kinds! 

She walks in beauty - and the night 

Through her is filled with truth divine! 


Love me, and let us both eschew 

The iron clutch of circumstance; 

To Be is to make dreams come true - 

And that makes all the difference.