You are my knight my shine my armor;
I am your crops, you my farmer...
As lungs are filled to their capacity by air;
You're my fulfillment, the manifestation of prayer...
I worry not about the technicalities;
I'll just keep begging on bended knees...
True destiny is written in the stars;
& everything I've read says this is ours...
may ALLAH be pleased...ameen
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