my heart skipped a beat…

The beauty of indirect recognition

Coming from a source once scorned

Hit my heart with Godly words

My name, beside a cup of ginger wine.

How easily I fall in love.

How easily I'm smitten.

No, it was not love, just a melting of my heart.

Feels warm inside my chest.

It's enough to soothe my anxiety and worry.

Ya Allah: bless him and have mercy on him

The one who called my heart by its proper name.

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