Though always takes bodily delight on you such as pleased my appetite; once to have knowledge of blissful life taking you is a most glorious things; Allah created you and I together for weldlock is a very paradise on ground full of worth.

There is no superlative that ranks in soul I feel my limbs enough tough and game for all that is belonging to you and live on blood of holy chastity.

I'm like a rose that blossoms white before the fruit can be blossoming trees are neither dry nor dead; It shows a lively soul to engage in taking you as an angel and soaring fantasy an obsessed the attention takes a mirror polished bright.

There would be shares for no one in your need we shall have our heaven here in earth leading such a wonderful lifelike.

My story is done but there! My wit is thin be no afraid. Dear sweetie, that's the moral.

You like the brightest moon of my bread with grace and pleasure in your glance; your Sun has traces across the sky, caring no more to linger on the horizon in that latitude.

I love to hear your word, yet well I know that music has a far more pleasing melody; there is so longer breath till the day I die.