And she looked into my eyes with the radiance of a thousand suns
oh how she smelled of the fragrance of a garden of roses
how do I tell you of how I felt?
it was simply a feeling apart
Even Rumi or Ghalib would fail to describe her
my love, so close, yet, so far
sometimes I feel that she is dream
a myth, just a figment of my imagination
but it is only with her that reality feels like a dream.