"An ardour to Thahirah"

Zeal and exquisite of her

Beating the times, affection is coming

Running, running, facing the velvety

Embrace her feeling, once it could be

Playing the heart, tapping the floor

Looking her visage, oh that’s an ardour

She’s an angel, coming to the door

Knocking the silent, all will evolved

She is velvet and the pearl

The dainty of the row, sitting for the show

Oh, she’s the main attraction,

Why I’m ardent to her?

Maybe,

She knows something.

Or,

She pretends nothing.

Maybe,

I know nothing.

And,

I pretend something.

Love is abusive

Beating heart without mercy

It could be hurt, could be delight

Because of her, maybe it would nice

I’ll confess to her if I fortify,

It’s a battle of dreams and the actualities

When she knows what I feel

Could she accepted or disgruntled?

She’s a future wife, a reverie to him

It could be materialized, and all will begin

One day, it will changed,

A husband and wife, they will proclaim.

A Thahirah to him

A Thahirah is her

A wife for him

A husband to her

(Dedicated to her, the velvety of ‘Thahirah’)

Taiping, 12 May 2012