Silent Whispers of the Mystic Soul

In the realm where love resides,

A poetry of passion abides,

You are my love, my cherished delight,

My heart's devotion, my guiding light.

With every breath, you grace my days,

You're the faith that never sways,

In the depths of my soul, you're found,

A melody that echoes, profound.

In your presence, my spirit soars,

You're the enchantment my being adores,

Like a gentle breeze, you softly hide,

In the depths of my heart, you reside.

Within the cold, you offer solace,

A refuge for my weary soul's embrace,

In temples and mosques, you're revered,

In rivers and rituals, you're endeared.

You're the verses of the holy books,

The wisdom that every seeker looks,

In the search for truth, you lead the way,

Guiding my steps, day by day.

You are the poetry that flows through my veins,

In each verse, your love gently reigns,

With every word, our story unfurls,

A tale of love that transcends the worlds.

You're the rhythm in every song,

The essence that makes my heart long,

You're the healing touch, the gentle balm,

A sanctuary where my soul finds calm.

In each breath, your presence prevails,

Enveloping me with love that never fails,

You're my strength in times of trial,

The solace in every tear and smile.

Oh, divine beauty, my beloved divine,

You are my love, my cherished shrine,

In this symphony of life, you're the key,

Forever entwined, you and me.

In every dawn, in every night,

You are my love, my eternal light,

With each passing moment, I adore,

You, my beloved, forevermore.

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