There was a fairness I once knew
A wearer of the HIJAB, not as was of the pew
The contrast of our perfect sightly mismatch deepened
And the faithful divide weakened
Her love was mine,
Tasting sweeter than the oldest wine.
Our senseless emotions gave us wings,
A state of defiance by the insanity of our doings.
With naught success unfriendly sharpness
And perilous warmth endeavored uncoupling us.
Believers of our distinct sermons intended to slay our love.
But love is God and God they say is love.
Yet earnestly faith fought that love;
Faith the obvious fruit of love.
Thursday, November 25, 2010