Lies within he
He,
I miss dearly
O' Lord,
To whom do I owe
These left ribs
To whom will I give
This little heart to
This heart of mine
Piled up
With a beautiful feeling
That won't diffuse nor disappear
I promise this
Amin
I can't help but
To believe
Somewhere, on this land
That he's meant for me
Just like how
You created me
To be his.
Ya Allah
Please
Let he be
Well and bless
Let he grow stronger in Iman
and follow the Sunnah
My feelings for you, dear
Is so overwhelming
I just can't ignore
It's calling..
Cause you mean
My half deen.
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