He's Mine
He's my baby, babe, baba, daddy,
While I have always been his baddy.
He's my habibi, ostaz, maaly el basha, zaim,
While I remain his secret zaima.
He's my teacher, my saint, my mood,
While I have always retained my godhood.
He's my mozza, el wasim awi,
While I remain so pretty to him anyway.
He's my role model, the man of my dreams,
While I daydream of his daily creams.
He's my love, my twin flame,
While I remain in a new frame.
He's my lover, closer than friends,
While my fantasies don't have ends.
He's always there, with a listening ear,
While he and I sat together so near.
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