Woman Is A Ray Of God. She

You Rave About The Holy Place (masjid Al-haram) And Say You've Visited God's Garden But Where Is Your Bunch Of Flowers? There Is Some Merit In The Suffering You Have Endured But What A Pity You Have Not Discovered The Makkah Thats Inside

Forget Every Touch Or Sound That Did Not Teach You How To Dance

Your Body Is Away From Me, But There Is A Window Open From My Heart To Yours.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

If I Hold You With My Emotions, You'll Become A Wished-for Companion.