He strolled down unobstrusively
with a gesture of isolation
The pious Sylph of his soul
displayed her momentary discretion.
The flamboyant horizon narrowed
and in the blink of an eye,
They flashed across his mind
he could neither retort nor cry........
Something in her noinchalant eyes
made him freeze at the mosque door,
She hauled them away in haste,
her treacherous veil soon hiding them to the core.
His genial soul vanished since
leaving him to a motive so meek;
Awed was he to discover tears
Every dawn, residing on his cheek.......
She knew he would come
but he never trusted his life
Drugs were his sole family,
his friend....one who lessened his strife.
Still her belief was strong,
though his love more firm....
LOVE--- NOT OF A LOVER, BUT AN ADDICT,
tunes of isolation whose heart would strum.....
Hours passed, and so did years,
her faith never faded, nor his passion strong.
Her eyes still haunted him deep
though he knew he couldn't love....IT WAS WRONG!
HE MET HER AGAIN----at the mosque door yet,
his solitary heart skipped a beat....
The white shroud of serenity they drew
over her eyes, which his own could never meet.......