Mohammad Rahal
In the morning’s hush, a gap in time unfurls,
Yet her smile speaks of good news in joyful swirls.
The moon’s soft glow veils your radiant light,
Praise to Him, guiding us through every fight.
In night’s embrace, whispers weave a tale anew,
Ancient verses, in darkness, find their due.
Roses pale beside your perfume’s sweet bloom,
Love’s essence distilled, in passion’s room.
Your braided locks, a secret of tender shame,
Each strand a silken thread, in life’s gentle frame.
Words flow like wine from lips so divine,
Honeyed whispers, in love’s sweet design.
Magic dances, as your charms entwine,
Hearts flutter, bound by a love so fine.
In secrets’ script, let us decipher the way,
Beautiful soul, guide us through night and day.
Reveal your age, oh mystery wrapped in grace,
A seeker’s quest, in life’s endless race.
Your flower’s scent, a tale of beauty to share,
Withheld, it blooms, in the silent air.
Amid ember’s dance, let’s tread with grace,
Seeking truths, in love’s eternal embrace.
In poet’s realms, your story finds its place,
A symphony of virgins, in time’s vast space.
Penned by Mohammad Rahal, in prose so grand,
Each verse a journey, in life’s wondrous land.
