17 Muharram 1439

My beloved, with the now most cherished name
When will I speak to you, if ever again?

I'm, God willing, your rib cage, soft as I might be
Protecting your heart, and surely
we both know this world is at its stages of finality
So, ya Allah, what are the chances that he'll come home to me?

Hand in hand we'll stand together and pray
and I wont going anywhere, darling I'm staying
My Lord, does he know fully how I feel?
Does he know that my soul has never wanted to combine with another's so bad in my life?