At first we drew closer online,
So everything went more than fine.
Merrily nothing withers on the vine,
As for ardour we do always pine.
Zealously we go miles but never cross the red line,
Euphoria burgeons forever to be hers and mine.
Love becomes the code our hearts redefine,
Allah guides us and our love always shines.
Cœur est là où nous loyalement sign,
In Allah we repose all hope to combine.
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