Beloved; The Fragrance of All

Once I am told,

There is something precious than gold.

Nothing, but a scent,

In which the world will lend.

 

Beauty is not a word,

To demonstrate it as sacred.

Medina holds that marvel,

Of the ever sustaining floral.

 

My beloved is the nucleus,

Above all the trends of righteousness.

It’s an ever-living fragrance,

Which lies beyond the lovers.

 

Yet I haven’t tasted,

Still, my mind follows its playlist.

Beyond the surge of memory;

The scent of beloved is legendary!