The tares of Ashur's venom are withering...
Ecclesiastes joined with Aslama...
And those who worship gold..
Have forgotten the golden rule...
There is no such keeper of elitism..
With haven of hope , comes humble leaders....
Whose canon laws blend with muezzin.
Immanuel venerate your flock...
Mohammed by your side..
Eyes of steel blue, they look right through you..
A romantic of sorts...with a trail of cohorts..
In a time when your life..is just loaded with strife..
And a prince in your arms, that knows all the charms..
What seems to be your saving grace
Is the mirror which bears your pretty face
Of distraught , of kindness, of fairness too
Those kind brown eyes...which welcomes who?
Have you ever glanced at what rules by chance..
In the forest of life..
A gentle kiss inspired, by moonlit whispered breath..
The smoothness of her skin..to touch.. he would trade death..
The hunger felt within him ...A desire for his heirs..The lightness from each star stream...reflected her dark hair...
The sequential moments fleeing ...Intrigue of lust and love..
His command was for her only..Reigned issue with Above..
He only knew he loved her...he could not challenge why
To forsake all known tradition...appease his heart's deny
For that gentle soft sweet pleasure...of innocence so pure..
Propelled a kiss of passion ...His courage would endure.
Her hair fell soft and freely, the casting of the night..
Her skin textured a smooth velvet in the pale of sweet moonlight...
Her br***** verged the softest petals, a thornless stature of a rose
Her eyes, kindled light from heaven, the angels did hath chose...
Her smile warmed the dawning winter, a quiet cold solace..
Her voice was that of harpsichord, splendor echoed in her grace...
The blessing of her essence , was her innocence so fair..
She brushed back her uncertainty , with the whisper of her hair..
In the millennium of stars, which revealed her deep eyes..
Showed the world the fairest princess..beauty held no alibis.