The veil descends, a slow, soft slide,
Across her face, where secrets hide,
The sun itself, begins to gleam,
Emerging softly, from a dream.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.
When youth began to bloom and rise,
She hid her face from longing eyes,
Modesty bloomed, with blushing grace,
And beauty dawned, with slow embrace.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.
Our love, a tale of different pace,
A subtle difference we embrace,
Here, passion burns with fiery speed,
There, tenderness, a planted seed.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.
"Ameer," they'd sever with a cruel hand,
And I would whisper, in this land,
"My love, be gentle, if you please,"
"My love, oh gently, bring me ease,"
The sun arose, with slow release,
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.
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