Oh princess of Arabian nights, Yasmine,
The gift from God, a beauty evermore—
I wish to have an all-seeing eye, keen
To see you every moment I adore.
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Each thing we leave allows a new to rise,
When someone goes, another will arrive—
We must let go to find what's meant to be,
For others lose so we can then receive.
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After I met you, it seemed so clear,
You were the one I'd sought for all these years—
After I met you, it seemed, my dear,
You were the one to answer all my prayers.
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Before I write a poem, I must fall—
In love with poetry, with character apart.
And give my heart to them all—
Imagining a muse to guide my art.
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Oh poet, how to praise you, I don't know,
These, your enchanted words make me dismayed—
They are not just words, but heartbeats that grow,
Oh beloved, your verses, deep and staid.
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This phase is gift, we were not here before,
Imagine this vast universe anew—
This is the first time we are here, adore
A life untouched, where everything is true.
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When you want poems on rainy days from me,
The rain itself turns ink to write you near—
Your skin, a canvas, words flow wild and free,
Each drop a verse that brings your essence here.
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Any great creation of imagination is called art—
Or, art is the finest presentation of the finest thoughts.
Any art that is visual is named sight,
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Everyone fights to win; I fight to lose at you—
To lose at you is my great victory, it's true.
Everyone fears death, but love fears not a thing—
It makes one brave, to accept all it can bring.
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