So innocent, yet spell binding.
Her face has been my comfort whenever life weighed me down.
Away from reality, in the land of dreams,
The innocence of her eyes brought warmth to my heart.
How fragile she is.
A life depending on me, yet filling me with life.
Perhaps someday I would hold her in my arms, her little frame filling them.
Perhaps someday she would no longer be a dream,
And her face would comfort me every single day.
But till then, the memory of her innocence would I hold on to,
To bring a smile on my face whenever I remember her's .
His Face ❤️
He was with her, his face so gentle it made my heart smile.
He was her father, the father of my bundle of joy.
And my heart.... it felt content,
For he was far from perfect, but perfect to me.
I needed no words when I was with him, for our hearts spoke louder than words ever could.
He was a blessing, the father of a blessing,
And our family felt complete just the three of us.
Perhaps someday you would no longer be a dream.
But till then, be it in this dunya or in Jannah, I would wait patiently for both of you;
To have you close to me.
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