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Me , I And The Beloved

Beloved

I stood exposed, uncivilized, 
Encountered life's lows and highs, criticized, 
Faced falls from family, friends, and foes, 
Morality as tarnished as sly foxes.

Since childhood my life has molded in diverse  ways, 
Since childhood, I wasn’t prepared mentally or physically for these ways, 

Although I was as ambitious as my dreams were to reach stars, 
Although I was guided by the best advisors, mentors and preservers, 
Although I was unable to predict future or drive my self on the instructed Path as do by obedient sailors, 

Uncertainty, embraced me, annoyed me, 
Brokenhearted Me, too Me, 
Everyday I told to my infidel self, 
Everything will be changed , hope my self

In the path of love, I saw a beautiful Face, 
In the middle life , I was touched by her, 
Sometimes ice , sometimes fire;

Untouchable, she was
Unbreakable, she was
Uncontroversial, she was 
Unchangeable, she was

I tried to be her best friend, she tried too hard 
I tried to be her loyal friend, she said hard

She was love, Joy, Smile, Grace, charm and kindness In the ocean of love, I was good for nothing; 



I lost her, searching her, 
I went deeper and deeper, 
After period of times, My God 
My lord lifted me again , rejuvenated me again
I am thankful to My Lord, millions of Times 

Life is changing, 
Life goes on , 
Eyes upon on me, 

I became a man, 
In the dance of life; 
Husband to a wife, dad to kids 
In My MLLLAJ Dream, Grand plan 

After Decades,
 
On a One Four, Fourteen Eight M avenue,
The innocent, Pure soul crossed My path on Eight avenue, 

She painted the life again with many colors so bright, 
Resisting difficulties and hurdles, making every thing light, 
She raised me again, showed me the way and back to fight, 
might is right, what is right for me;

Softly she tapped upon the door,
where rust and lock had held before.
A melody she wove for me,
In verses written, loves sweet decree. 

Her voice, a hymn of nightingales, 
In echoes of nostalgia, love prevails.
Eyes sharp as eagles in the sky,
Unveiling depths where secrets lie.

 Her gaze, innocence like a rabbits grace,
 In every glance, a tender embrace.

Charms, a balm, like a phoenix' flight,
In her presence, everything feels right.

Oh Lord, I am feeling alive, 

Through the valleys of joy and shadows of pain, 
Her love, an anchor, in sunshine and rain.
Hand in hand, we dance through life's rhyme.
A love so timeless enduring through time. 

As the times goes, 
memories were folded, 
days turned into weeks, weeks into hours, hours into seconds;

I said once "My vision turns more and more into love, The more I gaze upon your face;
In a tavern of lovers;
Your eyes are like wine for thirsty lover,
I am the one who feeds his soul by the glance of your eyes, 
In a tavern of lovers;

The story goes on......
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