You are the author of poetry on the pages of my heart. When you are no longer there, I keep looking at the blank pages, hoping and waiting for you to come. It is your hand, when it writes my heart beats in joy, anticipating the meanings full of love, creating the magic , that fills me and touches me deeply, letting me see the glimpse of heaven. It is in your touch I can read the story of Laila being written on my skin by your finger tips, which leaves permanent impression on my soul.
Your Reflection 