The Beautiful Pride of Love

from afar you worth a lot more than ten thousand shackles of gold bought not from a harlot but made in the creators bold. i dream you in my dreams funny ! i even smell you miles with your hymns for there is none like you. i call you fatima not because i desire the name, but because i can live no more without you written on my brawl like a scare, forever i will dream. i see you in the sun and i mourn monthly more in your memory, as if you are gone oh ! my lovely lavish lady with no lie. loving you is a crime i love to commit.