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.
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