Ahmed Faraz
If we part ways today, perhaps in dreams we’ll meet,
Like dried flowers pressed between pages, bittersweet.
In the hearts of the broken, seek loyalty’s gleam,
For even among the lost, you’ll find treasures unseen.
You are divine, am I not too?
My love, are we not angels, pure and true?
Why then, must we meet behind so many veils?
When our souls are bound, beyond all tales?
