Heaven has a-Scent

The gentleness of your neck’s nape

It’s soft skin and polished shape

Pulses the fragrant essences of almighty love

Searing Simorgh is sent from heavens above

Such is the beauty you remind me of -

Shimmering sunlight upon the wings of a dove

The tender sips of your lips

Crystal castles bathed in Yemeni honey

Chandeliers of mysticism - moonlit and sunny

The flame for Abraham that cools

Oceans lathered with dancing jewels

Overflowing seventh dimension champagne pools

“Shehzade! Who thought the sema of slavery is for fools?”

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