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Love's Destiny Like the mystery of the crescent moon, My dreams rhythmic atmosphere radiates love's tune, I can feel my sweetheart's eloquence stirring my longing soul, Her responding desire only time will unfold, As my mind's eye reflects past passions of crime, The question appears `Can perfection be divine?' And then an angel gently whispers through the softness of my sleep:- "Don't let love pass, it's all yours to keep, And as to your love's response, its not as immortal as it seems, Destiny can be carved through the shadow of your dreams, For love such as this surely never dies, Search deep your heart and there the answer lies, Destiny and fate both await the fragrance of love's mould, As once prophesied by the magicians of old." Upon waking, fortunes favours eroded my inhibition prompting such a dare, For no-where on earth can beauty be found so rare, For somewhere within such a vast universe untold, My sweetheart's love for me reciprocates the desire of my soul. Hooman Anvari
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