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WHEN WINTER MATTERS NOT...
Dark blue dawn
Golden hair
Warmth and love
In the air
She makes me forget Daphne
This beloved, rare woman of mine
She loves and knows nothing more
Than loving to the level called best.
January is going away
And winter is fighting its way
To cling on as much as it can
My beloved, rare woman's love is a fire
Which cannot be encompassed by those
Who keep fluctuating and flirting with feelings
Wooing and breaking hearts.
No, this love -- of my beloved, rare woman
Is a God-blessed rainfall from heaven
Which bathed me fully and breathed a new hope of love
A love which the materialistic minded cannot fathom at all
She is my paradise and her love my best possession
Given to me by God Almighty directly from Heaven.
Why name her when she is all loveliness
And even the mtyhical dities of ancient Greece
Would have made her a constellation
If only she had been in their time
But in this age of Satanic passion
Brazen postures and temptation
Topped up by greedy, money-seekingseduction
She remains just what she is
MY beloved, rare , ethereal woman
Toally feminish without any qualms or hang-ups
She is mine given to me by Allah from Heaven.
(Wrtten by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed./Emmenay on January the 25th-26th, 2011).
