Fourth Phase of Adoration: Desire O’clock
Shall I not sing of thine beauty,
When mine eyes set gaze upon thee, fair maiden?
Glory, glory to the Creator,
He who hath blessed thee with such splendour.
For thy laughter doth shape mine days,
And strolls with thee
Are tales one ought to brag of unto his mates,
For the pride they gift.
Copyright © Rahim Moonlight | Year Posted 2026
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