The ocean hums with a gentle song,
Where memories drift, where souls belong.
In our little world, so pure, so bright,
Fikr fills the air, a poetic light.

A diary cradles my whispered dreams,
Where Mirzo’s lines flow like golden streams.
Mehr blooms soft, like a flower’s embrace,
A beauty so rare, time cannot erase.

With coffee’s warmth, I sit and ponder,
Feel his vibe, my thoughts grow fonder.
Each moment a jewel, each breath divine,
A love eternal, forever mine.