But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,

Like into the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate
and distinctly greedy;

Serene like an oceanic horizon
Striking like the fiery waves,
The essence of a longing affection,
that melodious thrill of an adventure my heart craved;

Delicate scents and gentle wind,
With the soft sunlight on cerulean, grinning,
Soothe my mind
yet left me anticipating
the dramatic secrets you hide;

But everything came along with your magical shore
Made my belief stronger about this quest
I've been wanting to explore;

Whatever happens, I want no regrets
I don't care if you have a stormy tide awaiting
If it's a charming masquerade, it is divinely sedating;

But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,
Like in the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate and distinctly greedy;

You make me so happy with
mere the knowledge of your existence,
Yet it turns back to utter despair,
Cause I despise the fact

That you are there
with all your charismatic abstract,
but not mine yet;

I kept lying to my heart for so long,
Entangling it with the messy threads of fascination;
Pretending to be an artist I kept on
Until there was no more of that magical thread;
An incomplete pattern
The conceiver of my shattered hopes and dream;
But there's a beauty in it,
An emptiness and a heartache;
Maybe it is for the best;
Because the beauty of horizon can be apprehend
only from this far;

Doesn’t she want to be the star
that reigns the dark sky?
Doesn’t she want a dream fairytale
That’s far from any deny?

Why is she so adamant?
To be that falling star,
Only with the purpose to never return;

What it is that outshined all the glitters
of the most desirable fantasy?
Is it the purity of wishes that
showers like some lovely confetti?

Is it momentary magic
Or a forever promised charm?
Is it more alluring than a perfect prince
with a vast kingdom?

Or is it the embody she calls ‘love’, that
made the loudest of echo unheard,
with its delicate hush?
  Is that what is making the imperfect celebration
full of happiness and laughter?

They say,
It will remain just a dream,
A beautiful yet heartbreaking fantasy,
And it's impossible
for you to be with me;

Should I blame myself for falling in
this charming reverie
or
my unfair destiny?

Not that I criticize my fortune,
For it has has given me a wonderful boon
even though I can't have it

My poetry would cherish it like
my timeless fascination with
the gleaming full moon;

The striking shimmers of the dark ocean,
The flamboyant hues upon those proud mountains,
From the delicate night breeze to the desired daylight,
A harmonious veil shelters countless of sublime mysteries behind;
Just like the alluring tune of a poem's rhyme;

This love is bright enough to blind
my heart
with it's dazzling mirage,
Even if it resides faraway in the land of magic and sand;

Now,
would it be illicit to nurture
this seemingly impossible love,
That magically adorns my dark nights like
those twinkling stars?

Oh Desert Prince!

Your existance is like the wandering golden sand of your fascinating desert;

Light enought to flow through every chambers of my heart,

Gorgeous enough to be the life of the caravan's artistic mirage;

Your love embrace me with sheer darkness and chills of starry nights,

But warm enough to captivate me to stay within your sight;

You are the desert Prince,
You flow like poetry,
Amaze like magic
Priceless unlike jewelries,
And your love seems like a beautiful tragic,
Awakening my deepest desires that I didn't know even exist;

Loving you is like enjoying a never ending magic carpet ride,

That keeps me on edge whenever passed by a strong tide;

Oh desert prince!
You keep me mesmerized how Scheherazade did to Shahryar with every story she brew,

Not Arabian nights though but there's always an unfulfilled thrill in every word you sew;

Oh wondrous prince!

Now when you have played the most melodious echo with my heartstrings
that'd shy away the Qanun,

I'll never let go of you,

Though I don't know if I'll ever have your heart as a miraculous boon;

You are the desert prince,
You flow like poetry,
Priceless unlike jewelries,
Amaze like magic
Whereas your love seems
like a beautiful tragic;