Like before the harvest when the bud is perfect
This magical feeling, I thank you for it
Symbolic of the mysterious zephyr
You have made my life brighter
Break the earthen pitcher that conceals your love
Fly over the bushel like a mighty dove,
Truly, you are that special zenith
Most certainly, you’re intrinsic
You are my epitome in this troubled world
Thoughts of you serenade my soul,
Betwixt we are in serendipity
Together we blend like strings in harmony…
© Sheriff G Ali 2008-2011
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