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Whenever I see a beautiful flower

I remember her golden sultry face

A tiny woman yet still somehow a tower

I pray for her nightly - just in case

For to my heart

She’s more valuable than any and all jewels of the ancient silk road

Her love is more intoxicating

Than rivers of wine in heaven’s paradisal abode

I was fully willing to die for her, and crazy enough,

I still am and though

This pain can never transmute itself fully into literary prose

I sleep again alone tonight, when I close my eyelids

She’ll have a-rose

It’s from الله