In The Heart Of A Lover

God doesn’t sit on the throne, above it he takes to hover

Not to fit in the first or seventh heaven, oh but in the heart of a lover

We live in the heart of his mercy, so there’s little need to take cover

Combining aromas of compassionate embrace and generosities shyly hiding

Our towels are soaked in the smoke of rose and oud incense gently rising

Hands with mystic crosses, mounts of Luna, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, and Apollo

The pen hath written it’s albums lyrics eons ago, see destiny reverently follow

Her decadent smile wounds with its spice and brown sugared sweetness

The empress of my heart left this one bloodied and beseechless

Celestial shining lights pierced forth from the deepest part of the inner self, illuminating the chest all along

Flowing through zamzam springs of the soul, it’s faculties of prescience blessed by an Angelic throng

Spring’s instruments background as the wind blows, flames of love outsoar any other song

Simorgh’s trace found in the note of a flying eagle that sings

Listen to the Angels - can’t you hear the rustling of their wings?

It’s from الله