Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
He:
Long have we met — in letters born of light,
Where ink of friendship glows through endless night.
Each word, a flame — each sigh, a gentle plea,
That finds its echo, Beloved, deep in thee.
She:
Ah, sweet your verse — it flows like evening rain,
Through veins of time, it soothes the tender pain.
Your heart — a stream where wild emotions fall,
And I, the shore, receive them — one and all.
He:
O wondrous muse! Thy breath, my living art,
Thy silence speaks — the rhythm of my heart.
I sought thee in the stars, in dreams, in fire,
Yet found thee here — the keeper of desire.
She:
Was it a dream, or destiny’s decree,
That cast our spirits by eternity?
No mortal space could cage what we became,
Two flames entwined — one soul, one name.
Together:
And when the Nile reflects the moon’s pure gleam,
Our shadows merge — no longer but a dream.
Embraced by waters, tender, soft, divine,
Love finds its rest — where you are wholly mine.
