The Mysterious Embrace By Er Haider Khan

Her words like silk, Her kindness a balm to my soul; Lost in her embrace, On forgotten streets we stroll. A spell she weaves, A peaceful enchantment of grace; Her eyes, a loyal guide, In this soundless, tranquil place. Her tears fall like rain, A butterfly's desperate cry; I stumble for an answer, Unsure if this is truth or lie. If this is real, Or a figment of my mind's creation; Let me slumber on, In this dream-like sensation. Don't wake me yet, Let me drift in this blissful state; Fiction or reality, I don't want to contemplate. For it is infatuation, A spell that's taken hold; Let me linger here awhile, Before the truth is told.