She had a love that released rivers,
and wetted the drought.
When she cried,
her tears were to the eyes
pearls of her inner goodness.
When she laughed,
her smile made the sun believe
it could shine again.
When she was still,
her silence was to the ears
like a bulbul praising God.
Her beauty was such,
that you had no choice
but to look at her.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
