It was dated September 2, but I just had the chance to read it now.
Someone commented on my post.
"Out of curiosity, he takes a peek.
Out of modesty, she looks away.
Two in love but cannot say.
She has been saving herself for the one and only.
And in her eyes he can see innocence and purity.
Out of this, his desire grows, the fire in him almost shows.
He keeps his distance, stays far away,
he wouldn’t want what is bad for theone who took his breath away.
Late at night the door bell rings, her heart beats loud and her soul sings.
The talking below, she hears so clear in her mother’s eyes she can see a tear.
He has finally come to take her away.
In the play ground of love they will finally play.
He will protect her and treat well like a real man should.
She would try to love him, please him, and care for him as best as she could.
This is love and how it should be,
How Allah intended it to be.
Love is love and it shouldn't change, but everyday its meaning seems to fade away.
Love is sweet and should have an innocent start and later on it will pour endlessly fromyour heart.
Guard your heart, love,body, and soul and Insha'Allah release them only to the one
whose name is written in the sky besides yours."
It was nice.
I had the chance to read it at the right time, which is now.
I am struggling, again.
Ami had made the decision to withdraw her savings for my study.
Though it wasn't enough, there is still time.
19 days to go.