And I let them rhyme,
I write these words of mine,
Rhyme into a sweet poem divine.
When she blinks her eyes,
I see my angel & my Zahir,
Trust me, I don't tell any lies.
Black as night is her iris,
I look at her eyes with awe,
Hers - the most beautiful eyes.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
And I let them rhyme,
I write these words of mine,
Rhyme into a sweet poem divine.
When she blinks her eyes,
I see my angel & my Zahir,
Trust me, I don't tell any lies.
Black as night is her iris,
I look at her eyes with awe,
Hers - the most beautiful eyes.
