The chosen one
Shall I sing to thou, a story of love
love pure and white; whiter than dove.
Her mouth I don't see but her words I hear
for those they take my ears, I shall not fear.
The path she walked, behind will I follow?
"take me please" for the world elsewhere is hollow.
Not my eyes but my heart of her, I saw
"take my eyes out" for it has witnessed more than awe.
"Who is it, the beloved one?"
Isn't it she, the chosen one.
Copyright © MOHAMMAD RIFA ATH | Year Posted 2024
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