From The Quill of Suranya

Once upon a time in the mystic land Of mountains, forests and caravans, A tale was woven to be told beyond lives Of two people from different tribes. There was Qais, naughty and flamboyant  A rebel heart, pure soul, misunderstood  Apple of his father's eyes. Pampered, rotten, he would often. Refuse to take his lessons. There was Layli, beautifully gracious. Chieftain's daughter, always obedient  Eager to learn, eager to know She joined the lessons Where Qais would go. A strict teacher, two young souls Eyes met in a recognition age-old. Beyond this story, beyond this time They knew each other in realms divine; As if their book of love Was written beyond Time. Punished by the teacher, they would run, Qais took her hand and led her to fun. He would often sit alone and stare  At the mountains, beyond the village At the river, forests and foliage. Intrigued by the lesson from him Layli forgot the classroom limits. The mountain called, the river sang As Layli, in the meado...

 Your glimpse makes my eyes feel blessed, As it beholds Your beauty a little longer, Captures Your image in my head And lets me survive one more day. In the world, I create around You I am the lone Warrior, the sole Martyr The King to Your Queen. Our Abode is a source of Eternal Happiness. Reality doesn't ruin dreams there, You are my Reason and Muse. I write Poetry, sing them to You Like prayers to the Beloved. Unlike this world, no ties bind us Unlike them, you don't deny me for who I am. For You are the destination of my wandering heart The Answer to all my questions. Since eternity You and I have been One You see my adoration, call it love But for those who don't understand My Love is Madness. ~ Suranya