Give me your tender lips, and I shall give you breath anew,  
A kiss, like dawn’s first light, where skies are always blue.  
In silence deep, where shadows cease to roam,  
Within your kiss, my spirit finds its home.  

Give me your fleeting gaze, and I will weave for you soft dreams,  
Of gardens lush, and rivers filled with streams.  
In every glance, the world shall gently spin,  
And in your eyes, eternity shall begin.  

Give me your fragile heart, and I will feed it love so rare,  
A love that wanders free, untouched by care.  
Like petals falling from a quiet tree,  
It shall bloom forever, wild and free.  

So give me these, and in return, I’ll offer thee,  
A kiss, a dream, a love that will always be.  
In your heart, I’ll place my soul’s desire,  
For in your love, I find eternal fire.

In my heart, the tears do call,
Each drop that falls, the heavens' thrall.
A whisper soft, a silent cry,
As if the soul would dare to fly.

In my gaze, the storm is stirred,
A spark of truth, a flash, a word.
It bends the soul, ignites the night,
And leads it through the realm of light.

In shadows deep, their secrets weave,
The night, a veil that dawns deceive.
Yet truth remains, though veiled, unseen,
In every hue, in what has been.

It’s not in notes that rise and fall,
But in the silence, beyond them all.
Where stillness breathes, the soul takes seat,
In beats unspoken, soft, complete.

In twilight’s glow, desires fade,
A fleeting flame, now softly laid.
Yet in its ashes, pure and true,
The soul's own fire is born anew

In every sacred corner of thy hall,
The Cup-bearer waits, to heed thy call.
For in the chalice of eternal grace,
The thirst of souls finds its resting place.

A single drop within these yearning eyes,
Carries the truth that never fades or dies.
Within thy glance, both gentle and wise,
I see the realms where spirit and form rise.

The sacred cup, which bids the soul to soar,
Holds wisdom deep, from life's eternal core.
Thy glance, like dawn, dispels the night’s dark veil,
And calls the heart to its destined trail.

O’ Cup-bearer, whose touch awakens the mind,
In every sip, the universe we find.
The world, in drunken dreams, takes fleeting flight,
Yet all it seeks is the hidden light.

For in thy gaze, the soul's true purpose gleams,
Beyond the shadowed world of fleeting dreams.
O’ seeker, drink, and let thy heart expand,
For in this cup lies the eternal land.

What was the rose before it crowned its form?
It was the shadow of a dream unborn,
A promise carried on the wings of time,
A silent prayer, untold, sublime,
A secret held in depths where silence roams,
A whisper carried to the soul’s far home.

Then came the touch of Light, the gift of hue,
The perfume of longing, the blush of truth—
And the rose, once a mere thought of grace,
Became the soul’s own face.

My eyes seek Thee in restless despair,  
Through tempests wild, through hollow air.
O’ guiding flame in twilight deep,
Awake my soul, from sorrow’s sleep.

Show me Thy glimpse, if only a stare,
A spark of hope, a breath of prayer.
O’ Keeper of life, my heart’s lone plea,
Shine forth Thy grace, come set me free.

Thou art the faith I cherish and adore,
The silent hush, the thunder’s roar.
Dwell in my heart, take root in my soul,
Mend these fragments, make me whole.

Through shadowed vales and boundless night,
Thy whisper calls, a song of light.
No tear may fall, nor spirit break,
Where love endures and dawn doth wake.

Thy presence is all my soul doth crave,
To walk with Thee, steadfast and brave.
Come to my solitude—my heart to save,
Lift me from darkness, my soul to pave

Within my soul, a flame celestial glows,  
A spark unyielding, born where longing flows.  
Desires, like fleeting shadows, rise and wane,  
Yet one remains—eternal, pure, unstained.  

O’ soul! To claim thine own, to stand sublime,  
Unbound by fate, untouched by dust or time.  
To merge as rivers seek the boundless sea,  
To find in love the truth that sets us free.  

This is the call that stirs my restless breast,  
A thirst unslaked, a fire yet unblessed.  
O’ Lord of Light, unchain this heart of mine,  
That I in union’s rapture may divine!

The veil is ascending from the vast expanse of eternity,
A veil once thick, now parting with quiet might.

Whispers of truths from the eternal Tablet,
Revealing the sacred knowledge, where all journeys began.

In the silence of stars, where the heart learns to soar,
The Light of the One guides from shore to shore.

From the depths of the unseen, where mercy does flow,
The secrets of the Lord in gentle winds blow.

Beyond the horizons, where the soul is reborn,
The call of the muezzin, to the soul’s adorn.

The veil of illusion, once dark, now refrains,
Revealing the path where the faithful remain.

O’ soul, awaken, to the whisper of prayer,
For the realm of the Divine is waiting there.

The curtain is rising, revealing His grace,
In the infinite’s presence, we find our place.