Reap and Sow

Whispering praise for her essence all the more

Her frame is like a carved statue, heart-arresting

Oh you whose eyes taught these lips to drink once again

See how the scarlet rivers within my chest tore

While warm waters reach the deepest shore

It may be blasphemous to prostrate my body

But my gaze shall forever bow at her door

It’s from الله

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