I found myself deadlocked in a phantom of art
Each piece narrated an illusion of attraction
My vision, lucid, I followed the appeal of my heart
It led me to a diamond, caged by the eyes of them
Their eyes glistened in your light
A saying taught in the rings of Arabian poets,
“You see with two eyes, until the day her pupils melt into yours.
Then, your vision will be whole– complete.”
I thought, if all their eyes desired astray… I would yet be drawn to your appeal
If you were the diamond, your glisten would be my noor– light
If I were to be blind, I would still sense your depiction
Pure whiteness, like the one of heaven depicted in His book
Warm with a gust of color, like the one of spring
May this phantom never cease
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