By JH Sayyar
Live long, my Lady Zarin, where you shine,
Beyond the bounds of time and weary space;
The stars would trade their silver for a sign
Of but one glance that dwells upon your face
Lands divide and silence holds your name,
Your memory walks with me, soft and clear.
The moon grows pale, yet cannot match flame
Your presence kindled—still I hold it near.
If fate withholds your voice, I still shall hear
Its echo in the hush of every cool breeze
If eyes must part, your light shall still appear
In dreams that bloom beneath the night trees.
So live, wherever you are—my soul is thine!
My love, my Lady Zarin, still you are divine
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