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.