A
T r u e
M o m e n t  until
The beloved is to unveil
Thy face, and in an absolute
Silence, It’s  t o  become
The  s u p r e m e
G r a c e

O'
T o u c h i n g
Words    a n d    d e e p
Whispers will start thereafter
The beloved will become the
Only sunrise and sunset
W i t h i n    y o u r
Heart

✒ ℐamil Hussain