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!
