when all hope is lost,

and the ground beneath cracks,

there has always been a hand that reatches,

a body that warms my cold skin.

in times of need,

i am never alone,

and with his guidance,

i shall overcome,

i shall adapt.

maybe it was faith,

maybe it was written on a wall,

i believe me meeting you was destined to be.

for some reason,

i sense no danger,

for some reason,

i believe in what you say.

are you an angel?

if not, how can you fly so high?

how can you read my soul,

by only looking in to my eyes.

your voice is like liquid gold.

i care not about the body,

the touch, or the kiss,

i care about what's underneath the skin,

and what lies deep inside.

if you ever need me,

i am here.

thank you for restoring the faith i once lost,

i am in your debt,

mashallah Shams.