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.