O'  
P r e t t i e s t —  
I breathe, and life to my desires springs,  
Like birds that soar on unseen wings.  
With each new breath, my hopes I sow,  
A garden where my passions grow.  
If, gentle eyes, thou dost decree,  
Shall I, with boldness, truly be?  
In thee, my soul would rise to see  
The world in unrestrained decree.  

O'  
W i s h i n g —  
Within my heart, each beat doth tell,  
A thousand loves that in me dwell.  
Each pulse a longing, soft and true,  
A yearning deep for none but you.  
If thy modesty, like morning light,  
Beams soft upon this endless night,  
Shall I, unashamed, pursue the way,  
And in thy presence, bold display?

O’ You who veil Yourself in the folds of unseen light,
I am lost in Your absence, yet You are my sight.
The world is but a shadow of Your sacred name,
My heart a canvas for the brush of Your flame.

You have left, yet You are ever near,
A dance of yearning that I hold dear.
With every breath, You pierce my soul’s deep core,
Each beat calls Your name, and yet, I desire more.

Come forth, O’secret, hidden in the night,
Break through this silence, reveal Your might.
In the quiet chambers of my restless heart,
Let Your presence manifest, let our spirits never part.

In the void of separation, I find Your trace,
In every moment, I see Your face.
The veils that cover You are but illusions of time,
For You are beyond, an eternal rhyme.

Let Your love, like a river, flow through me,
In every drop, Your essence, I shall see.
O' manifestation of the Divine, the Beloved true,
All my seeking ends, for You are my view.

In my heart, let Your name be carved like the stars,
A beacon that leads through life’s fleeting scars.
In this journey of union, let there be no divide,
For You, O’ Beloved, are the truth inside.

In this clash of hearts,
a symphony arose,
Where words became the veil
that love composed.

And each gaze,
each whisper,
each stolen sigh,
Bound them together,
beneath the endless sky.

O’ Beloved, in the quiet of destiny's hand,
Your heart shall soften, like earth to the land,
The frost of years, the burdens of time,
Shall melt away in love's sublime climb.

Your eyes, once veiled in the mist of night,
Shall turn toward me, guided by inner light,
A gaze that pierces the veils of fear,
Where the Eternal speaks, both far and near.

Your tongue, once silent in the realm of pride,
Shall utter truths no tongue can hide,
Each word a spark, a flame of fire,
That ignites the soul, ascending higher.

And your arms, bound once in sorrow’s chain,
Shall open wide, releasing pain.
In that embrace, the world shall cease,
And we shall find in each other’s peace.

O’ Beloved, in that union true,
We shall dissolve, and be made new.
No longer I, no longer you,
But the One in both, in love’s pure view.

In that moment, we are free,
Beyond the self, beyond the “me.”
For in that love, all forms collapse,
And only the Divine remains, unwrapped.

Shall I praise the radiance of your eyes,
Where the divine light in shadows lies?
Or the royal, eternal grace you wear,
A pose that lifts the soul from despair?

Shall I speak of your cheeks, kissed by the dawn,
Where celestial sweetness is born and drawn?
Or your hair, glowing like stars in the night,
A river of light in which all hearts take flight?

What of those lips, delicate as the rose,
Where the heavens, in secret, repose?
Each whisper a prayer, a song of the Divine,
Where love and truth in silence align.

O' Beauty, you are but a veil so fine,
Revealing the Light, the One, the Divine.
In each fleeting glance, the Beloved's grace,
In every smile, I behold the sacred face.

This boundless ocean, the world, we sail,
Where roses bloom with memories frail.
O' sparks of beauty, how I ache to see,
The light of your gaze, if it turns to me.

If your eyes rise, in their celestial grace,
The heavens would tremble, shadows erase.
My tongue, soaked in melodies sweet,
Would sing of your name in waves, complete.

Your smile, a garden where angels tread,
The key to paradise, the path we’re led.
The blood of my heart, like wine of the vine,
Pours forth in longing, forever divine.

Is this the miracle of your sacred face,
Or the world’s eternal, fleeting trace?
Tell me, beloved—who’s the bloom,
Is it you or I, in this garden’s room?

What a spark, what a flame, when these eyes first saw,
The dance of light, the world without flaw?
When these hands, born of clay and dust,
Poured forth warmth, a gift, a divine trust?

When the tongue, a prisoner of silence so deep,
Broke free with a word, a promise to keep?
What sweetness filled these humble ears,
When the first sound stirred the heart’s silent fears?

When this tiny heart, so full of desire,
Met belief like a spark to an unlit fire?
When the lips of this child, kissed by the dawn,
Smiled at the world, and all sorrow was gone?

When the body, this vessel of earthly woe,
Was styled by love’s hand, a graceful glow?
What a moment, what a scene, O’ Jamil, I ask,
Could such be the work of a gene—or love’s mask?

In the depths of thought, I wander lost,  
Seeking to measure thy beauty’s cost—  
Shall I weigh thy radiant grace in silver’s gleam,  
Or count thy tresses in golden beams?  

Yet within thy eyes, the universe resides,  
A realm unknown where truth abides.  
Shall I peer into that endless depth,  
Or hear the whispers from thy cheeks, where secrets slept?  

Before me, the cosmos unfurls its face,  
But in thy form, I find the same grace.  
Shall I witness the heavens in their endless flow,  
Or gaze upon thee, where divinity doth glow?  

In thee, such secrets are revealed so free,  
As roses dance in harmony with the sea.  
Thy beauty, a mirror of the divine,  
A pose so perfect, it transcends time.

O’ Lord most high, whose hands dost shape the skies,  
Thou art the light where all our shadows lie.  
In thee, our hopes doth find their sacred rest,  
Thou know’st the yearnings of each trembling breast.  

Flourish, O’ Lord, her soul with endless grace,  
Her heart, a garden, let thy light embrace.  
Thou hast made her splendid, pure as dawn’s first gleam,  
Yet now, O’ Lord, fulfill her every dream.  

Bestow upon her, life’s sweet gentle flow,  
Take not her years, but let her spirit grow.  
With every breath, may joy within her rise,  
And let her gaze reflect thy endless skies.  

Bless her with beauty that outshines the sun,  
Forgive her faults, for they are all but done.  
Grant her, O’ Lord, a bounty rich and wide,  
Where grace and mercy forever shall abide.  

Give unto her the strength to walk the earth,  
To chase her dreams with ever-glistening mirth.  
Endow her with the wisdom to discern,  
So in her heart, thy eternal fire shall burn.  

Let not her hands be barren of desire,  
Give unto her the wealth her soul requires.  
For in her joy, thy love shall be confessed,  
Her gratitude, in praises, shall be blessed.  

And when this fleeting life has run its course,  
Grant her, O’ Lord, thy heavenly reward.  
In thy embrace, may she forever dwell,  
In thy light, where peace and joy do swell.  

O’ Lord, I offer thee these prayers sincere,  
Let not my tears and hopes be drowned in fear.  
Thou art the witness to all hearts that fall,  
And through thy grace, we rise and stand tall.  

For Thou, O’ Lord, art mighty, just, and true,  
In every breath, we turn our trust to You.  
The greatest helper, when the world is weak,  
In Thee alone, our solace we shall seek.

O’ fairest love, thy power hath wrought a spell,  
And in thy gaze, my soul doth deeply dwell.  
I sit in silence, lost in thy sweet thought,  
My spirit bound in thee, where’er it sought.

Surround’d by bliss, thy presence fills the air,  
Mine eyes do see but thee, thou art most fair.  
Thy form, a throne on which my heart doth rest,  
Thy voice, the music that doth soothe my breast.

O’ beloved, thou hast made my soul thy slave,  
My thoughts are thine, my heart doth crave and crave.  
In thee, my soul finds both its peace and strife,  
For thou art both the torment and the life.

Thy love doth flood my tongue with words most sweet,  
And in my mind, thy image is complete.  
I write thy name upon my trembling hand,  
And seek thee still, through every distant land.

O’ beloved, thy love hath ta’en my breath,  
And I, consumed by thee, doth taste of death.  
Yet in thy fire, I find my soul’s delight,  
For thou art both the day and also night.

My feet doth wander, in thy quest alone,  
My hands, thy love’s sweet melodies have known.  
I sit, and in thy presence ever sigh,  
For in thy love, my soul shall never die.

Thou art the light that guides my weary heart,  
The very flame that doth from me depart.  
O’ beloved, in thee I am made whole,  
For thou, sweet love, art all within my soul.

Thus, in thy love, I find my sacred way,  
And in thy eyes, I live, though night be day.  
For as the Creator doth in us abide,  
So do we seek, in love, our souls to guide.

O' beloved, thy love hath made of me a vessel,  
For in thy grace, my being doth now wrestle.  
As the Creator, in His boundless might,  
Becomes the ear, the eye, the hand, the light,  
So hath thy love transformed this soul of mine,  
To see, to hear, to move, and to divine.  

My ear, once mine, now hears but thy sweet voice,  
Thine eyes, mine eyes, behold thee, and rejoice.  
With every step I take, thou art my feet,  
And in thy gaze, I find my heart's complete.  
Thy love doth change me, like the sun doth change the sky,  
For in thy truth, all falsehoods surely die.

Thou art the light that in my soul doth burn,  
The flame that in my heart shall ever turn.  
In thee, I find the missing part of me,  
The mirror of my soul’s eternity.  
As man and woman, drawn by Heaven's song,  
In thee I find where both our hearts belong.

Thus, O’ beloved, thou art my very breath,  
In life, in love, in joy, in whispered death.  
For when the soul doth seek its primal source,  
It finds thee there, its union, its true course.  
And in thy love, so deep, so pure, so free,  
I find myself, and in thee, I am whole, and I am we.

O’ wondrous soul, thou speakest words divine,  
Wherein the very essence of Love doth shine.  
Methinks, within thee stirs a tender grace,  
A truth unspoken, veiled in soft embrace.  

For Love, like fire, doth scorch the heart and mind,  
And through its flame, our spirits are entwined.  
It rends the darkened veil of mortal night,  
Revealing all, in pure and radiant light.  

But lo, the heart, so fragile and so bare,  
Doth quiver ‘neath the weight of heaven's stare.  
In truth laid bare, before the eyes of Fate,  
The soul doth dance, unbound by time or state.  

O’ Love, thou art a force that none can flee,  
Yet in thy fire, we find our liberty.  
For in thy flame, the world doth fade away,  
And all that remains is Love’s eternal sway.