let me tell you a story
come one come all
and listen to my tale of love
with a little pinch of suspense.
i met a stranger in the night
on a rather dark night
i couldn't put a name
nor a face to her.
but mesmerized i was
by her melodious voice
all i ever heard her utter
was ''good evening''
three days later
my stranger in the night
came back again
at night.
a friend of mine
walked up to her
and told her about my poem,
my affections for the stranger without a name
nor face.
walking up to her
with the little courage i can muster
"can i put a name to the face" i asked
and yes!i've seen the face.
and it made my heart picking a race
beating erratically against my chest.
running without rest.
she is what you call "An Angel"
ebony of utmost perfection
black clad beauty.
the best of presents are best covered.
An ideal muslimah
with the perfect mix of humility,beauty and calm.
my stranger in the night went home
but she is no more a stranger
we meet to part,
but we also part to meet.
her name is Aisha.
and i believe she is gorgeous!!!!!!
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