The grace of their gaze, the soul's surrender,
Oh, that time, those words, that era, my heart's tender.
They gave no ear to my heart's tale, its plight,
Years have passed, yet they know not my heart's night.
No new thing is love for beauty, this I know,
An ancient habit, this heart's constant flow.
That love's beginning, joy beyond measure,
Seeing them, my heart swelled with utter pleasure.
This dalliance of the heart, a fire that consumes,
Oh, Lord, spare even foes this ache that looms.
My fate she shattered, then with a mocking grace,
Built a new heart, in this forsaken place.
Not in my grasp, nor held within your hand,
My heart's abode, for so long, has lacked land.
They, too, became estranged, my heart gone astray,
Better had they not come, than leave this way.
You are fair, indeed, yet let this truth remain,
To torment the heart, does not become the vain.
Come without fear, meet with laughter bright,
Let us together, learn heart's uniting light.
Not a fleeting image, nor illusion's guise,
Why do you deem erasing a heart, a game unwise?
Hopes turned to dust, desires all in vain,
My heart's treasure plundered, in love's domain.
Someone has taken from my side, with such delight,
Impossible now, for my heart to take flight.
In their gathering, Nasir, by their smile's sweet vow,
We watched, as my heart departed, somehow.
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