I’m going to be honest I never wanted to put down any piece of this nature again But anytime I woke up, I want to write about you What could I possibly write when I am not much of a poet And it appears as if no metaphor could satisfy my admiration for you.
And then, I want to speak to you Not only because I want to know how you are, I also want to unzip my heart to you, To tell you that you are the joy in a glasshouse, you are beautiful, magnificent and heavenly adorned and I yearn for you. And then, I realized that my speech tract couldn’t let out the words from my heart.
Sometimes I wonder why this is happening, I know, I could talk like a parrot anytime I want to But I got slides like a carrot when I hear the vibration in your voice.
I must have written some similar stuffs like this, hoping that somehow you’ll jump out of the page and feel exactly as I feel,but fortunately all I get is thanks.
You know, I also love chatting with you but anytime you replied It appears as if we are like charges, so we repel (I won't know what next to say).
The amazing thing is, as all these keeps happening These feelings I have for you keep getting stronger despite the fact that it seems we are not so connected But connection isn’t love, you are naturally attracted to my soul.
Though I could not find a perfect explanation to this puzzle, But I know from the deepest part of my heart that I love you. And this love is patient, it’s strong, it’s not a deception but true, it’s not Haram but Halal It’s hopeful and powerful, it’s not my choice but divine just as you, is an attraction and irresistible.