mazHur
08-28-2008, 07:45 AM
My Love
mazHur
Should I tell you
what my love looks like?
should I say she's like a moon
that brightens the dark nights;
Or, the resemblance of sun
which shines and warms the gist of life;
should I compare her to a flower,
envied by a rose in the midst of spring;
Or, should I compare her to the hidden beauty
whom none has seen undressed
but the walls and doors of her abode?
She is a houri on earth
the folks in paradise look at her with envy;
she is my love, my beloved
she runs like a sanguine fluid
through the veins of my heart and soul;
she lives with me, by me all the time
though my eyes cannot see her
but I can feel her, her love
in every beat of my heart,
in my thoughts, in my dreams.
She exists for me
She's mine
she may not know
but I know, I know.
mazHur
Should I tell you
what my love looks like?
should I say she's like a moon
that brightens the dark nights;
Or, the resemblance of sun
which shines and warms the gist of life;
should I compare her to a flower,
envied by a rose in the midst of spring;
Or, should I compare her to the hidden beauty
whom none has seen undressed
but the walls and doors of her abode?
She is a houri on earth
the folks in paradise look at her with envy;
she is my love, my beloved
she runs like a sanguine fluid
through the veins of my heart and soul;
she lives with me, by me all the time
though my eyes cannot see her
but I can feel her, her love
in every beat of my heart,
in my thoughts, in my dreams.
She exists for me
She's mine
she may not know
but I know, I know.