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A Ghazal by Alison Marshall
he'd have favoured me, for only he can tell you of my love for you.
The willow in his panorama weeps and reaches low
and my heart weighs full for love of you.
He made my soul in pre-existence from letters of your name.
I didn't know it was possible to love as I love you.
In spirit, I watch over you; in my mind, I talk to you;
in my dreams, I kiss you. I live all the time through my love for you.
If you turn to me and speak, I go blind and deaf and forget
where I am; I try not to pass out from love of you.
Everything you do is beautiful. The disconnected letters dance
in your words and creation loses its way without news of you.
My eyes weep for my heart, its shaking's due
to tenderness, left raw by loving you.
Take pity, Zaynab, and nurse the heart of this poor fool.
Can I live another day to abound in sanity in my love for you?
