10 Oct 2007 03:45 AM

The only man I ever truly loved

A rose is just a rose,

a flower just a visitor in springtime,

the summer's bloom waxing into nothing

as the heat gives place to cold.

Each rose has but a lifetime to offer of itself,

each bloom has but a span of joy to give,

each rainfall feeds and grows its glowing hunger to survive,

yet all the while it knows its end must come.

So too I visit in this life,

drawing from it rain, and sun and cold as one

sometimes drawing near to the source of All creation

and sometimes feeling far from own salvation,

yet hope is not that which I give up;

either yesterday, or today,

for I love you more than yesterday

yet less than evermore,

and in my veins runs the red of your love

in my heart runs the breath of Allah

and in both, Insh'Allah,

runs a lifetime of us

to live,

to love,

to walk hand in hand beside the pier,

untroubled eyes smiling at the light we radiate,

light which bounces firework-like between us,

fed by the Barakah of Nikah,

bound by the breath of angel's duahs,

held in the hand of Allah..

I love you my beloved, my husby, my one and only, and may Allah bring us ever nearer to each other and to him. Insh'Allah. And Ameen.

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