Eternal Rose: A Love Beyond Seasons Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I miss you like a winter rose—
aching for the sun's return,
petals frozen in time
yet still whispering your name.
Even in silence,
my soul holds your essence,
drinking the fragrance of your memory
with every breath.

You are the compass of my being,
the truth I orbit,
the mirror that shows not only my face
but the spirit beneath.
No other union could quench this thirst—
you are the wellspring,
the covenant etched into my bones.

I love you not in words
but in the vow my life embodies.
No masks, no veils—
let me see you
as the sky sees the dawn,
naked in your radiance,
fearless in your light.

You walk beside me
when the road grows dim,
your voice a river
carving melody into my soul.
I am the echo of your remembrance,
a hymn that will not cease,
spinning devotion into the air
like an endless symphony.

Your light is more than a guide—
it is the dawn that banishes my darkness,
the fire burning
before time learned its name.
I was a thought in your heart
before I took form,
a promise cradled
in the warmth of your love.

We were never meant for the ordinary.
Let me find you again
as I did in the beginning—
not only as lover
but as keeper of your hidden chambers,
walking the halls of your dreams
before the Fajar Azān.

For I have dreamed you from the heavens,
and the stars hum our story
in a tongue only we know.
You feel it, don't you?
This is not longing—
it is remembrance.
We are piecing together
a love even the Qiyamah could not erase.