I heard a rhythm in the morning,
as it reminds me of you.
You are the warmth in my cold heart,
as if you're alive in me.
Every moment with you I didn't realize I was adoring you.
I thought I was respecting you.
Now I know it's more than that.
More than my heart can bear.
You soften me in ways only you can do it.
Like silk; warm silk made out of clouds.
Warm like the sun but never harsh on my heart.
Your touch on the hand I feel every day.
I can see that Allah put you into my life to make me a lover,
I was never a lover.
To teach me the ultimate love that would make a man's heart long for the rest of his life.
To love even after many deaths and live again.
To make a servant pray for his Lord so that he never forgets everything about her.
Until one feels like there's a glimpse of the Prophet in her eyes.
The moon to my heart;
and the morning doves flocking.
It is just like Allah guides me through your soul inside of me.
That is you in my mind and heart.
That's how much you mean to me.
