The morning breeze, a whisper soft yet grand,  
Carries secrets from a distant, unseen land.  
It speaks of truths that shimmer, deep and bright,  
That you are born from stars, an endless light.  

In the silence of your soul, the cosmos swirls,  
Unveiling all the power that within you curls.  
You are not mere flesh, but spirit's boundless flight,  
A mystic force that dances through the night.  

The world may tremble, yet you stand unbowed,  
For in your heart, you wear the sky as your shroud.  
Recognise your essence, feel its endless grace,  
For in your soul, the universe finds its place.

O' destiny, weave thy threads so fine,  
That love’s great tide may in our hearts combine.  
For when that moment's grace shall surely be,  
Thy heart, thy soul, will forever belong to me.

To drown in the sea of thy love, I desire,  
Where sacred waves rise, ablaze with fire.  
In the fathomless depths, beyond mortal sight,  
I yearn to be consumed by thy celestial light.  

Let the waters pull me, let the currents claim,  
As I dissolve in the essence of thy name.  
No fear, no cry, only silent devotion,  
Submerged in the vastness of thy divine ocean.  

Each breath a prayer, each pulse a star,  
I am drawn to thee, no matter how far.  
In the boundless expanse, I lose my way,  
For in thy embrace, I am reborn to stay.  

Beneath thy waves, my spirit takes flight,  
I drown in thy love, in eternal night.  
A fire that soars through heaven’s gate,  
To be one with thee is my destined fate.

I am the moth, and you are the flame,
Draw me near, call me by name.
In your love’s fire, I burn and rise,
A prisoner, yet I touch the skies

A vast ocean you are, infinite thirst I am,  
Wine of the soul you are, and in your cup, forever lost I am.

Within my breast, it calls, it sings,
Your love I desire, the joy it brings.
A hunger vast, a sacred fire,
Within my breast, your love I desire.

For love, eternal as the fates declare,
Shall find its path, as sure as rivers run,
And in the shadow of thy beauty rare,
We learn that life and love are but as one.

O’ sacred dew, whose essence veils the skies,
Within thee, worlds unseen in silence rise.
A single drop, and vast oceans unfold,
Thou art the charm that draws all hearts, untold.

O’ divine glance, where stars are born and die,
Thy gaze, a flame that paints the endless sky.
In thy reflection, blooms the garden’s grace,
Where spring’s pure whispers echo Heaven’s face.

O’ boundless generosity, thou art,
The fragrance of the soul, the breath of heart.
Thy love, a river flowing through the spheres,
A perfect sign, untouched by mortal fears.

O’ wondrous grace, thy gaze, my soul does crave,
A shadow in thy flame, a soul to save.
A cup, unfilled, yet waiting for thy trance,
In thy eternal light, I lose my stance.

A humble soul, enwreathed in Jamil's name,
I stand before thee, lost in love’s pure flame.

Thy lips, they call to the wilds unknown,  
A blend of virtue and desire sown.  
In sweetness deep, I wander, lost, astray,  
Thy lips, my love, are the haven where I stay.

In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.

In the quiet of a moonlit night, Jamil stands still, surrounded by the whispers of his own heart. Each eye—each voice within him—begins to speak, each sharing its own perspective on love. They reveal the depths of their thoughts, all of them united in one truth: that love, in its countless forms, is the most profound and intricate experience one can know. And so, Jamil listens, his heart wide open, as the eyes of his soul speak to him in rhymes and rhythms, each offering their own vision of love.

Starry Eyes:
“Love is the light that whispers on high,
A glimmer that dances in the midnight sky.
Infinite, silent, it guides with grace,
A celestial touch in time and space.”

Caring Eyes:
“Love is the warmth in a tender embrace,
A healing touch, a soft, kind face.
It’s the quiet that soothes, the gentle hand,
A steady heart that helps you stand.”

Practical Eyes:
“Love is built on time’s steady beat,
A promise kept, a vow complete.
It’s not in fleeting passion’s fire,
But in quiet work and hearts that aspire.”

Jealous Eyes:
“Love is a treasure, delicate and rare,
To guard it close with tender care.
A flame that flickers, a spark to keep,
Guard it well, lest it fall too deep.”

Fierce Eyes:
“Love is a storm that cannot be tamed,
A fire that burns, an unquenchable flame.
It sears the soul, it takes no pause,
Love is the wildest of untamed laws.”

Shy Eyes:
“Love is a whisper, soft and shy,
A glance, a smile, a secret sigh.
It blooms in silence, like a flower in the dark,
Hidden, yet bright, with a silent spark.”

Broken Eyes:
“Love can break, but still it mends,
A crack in the heart that time defends.
From the ruins, it rises anew,
Love’s strength is born from pain we knew.”

Open Eyes:
“Love is endless, wild and free,
A dance of joy, a storm at sea.
It is both light and dark combined,
A journey, unbound, for hearts to find.”

Lustful Eyes:
“Love is the heat, the touch, the fire,
A blaze that burns with fierce desire.
It flares up sudden, wild and free,
A breathless chase, a symphony.”

Gorgeous Eyes:
“Love is beauty, a divine creation,
A canvas of light, a sweet temptation.
It’s the art that makes the soul take flight,
A vision that dazzles, pure and bright.”

Jamil:
“Now I see, love’s many hues,
A fire, a whisper, a moment that renews.
It is fierce and soft, in every part,
A dance of soul, a work of art.”

One day we shall meet by the river’s quiet sweep,  
Where blooms, like secrets, in the garden sleep.  

On the right, the florist, her hands so soft with care,  
Tending to fragile lives that grace the air.  

To the left, the trees, so patient, dark, and wide,  
Their roots in silence, where the shadows hide.  

Their limbs, like whispers, reach toward the sky,  
As though they, too, have learned the art of sigh.  

Above us, the moon, pale, her glow so still,  
A quiet sentinel against the night’s cold chill.  

She watches, steady, as our hearts unfold,  
In the twilight hour where time turns gold.  

We shall meet when time, like rivers, winds,  
And silence speaks the language that the heart intends.  

Not in a rush, but in a soft, sweet flow,  
Where blooms, and trees, and stars bestow.  

The river hums a tune so deep,  
The flowers bow, the trees do keep.  

Their silent watch as we draw near,  
A meeting born of calm, sincere.

So let imagination fuel your soul,  
With visions of love that make you whole.  
But trust in the dreams that softly unfold,  
For there, true love’s secrets are told.