My Haneefa
Your smile arrives like morning's light,
And turns my darkest dreams to bright.
Your voice is soft as evening's breeze,
It fills my restless heart with ease.
Among the stars your name I trace,
No moon could rival such a grace.
Each whispered prayer I raise above,
Returns adorned with hope and love.
The roses bloom, the rivers flow,
Yet none possess your gentle glow.
The world may change from year to year,
My heart still holds your presence dear.
If fate should lead our hands as one,
We'll praise our Lord for all He's done.
If trials come along the way,
Together still our hearts will stay.
So take this truth, both pure and free,
No other soul means more to me.
Until the end of time I pray,
May Allah bless our hearts each day.
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