The Wings of the Simorgh

The beautiful girl just sat there quietly among the morning madness, Her attention fixed upon her pen and paper, As she poured her heart and soul into her art. She sat while families around her were both reunited and separated, She was waiting for a fresh start, The soul she would call home. When their eyes first locked, She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, She gazed curiously at the mysterious dark man. He walked over, and gave her a hug, And with that first touch, She was hooked. As the taxi took them away, They sat and talked as if they had known each other for their whole lives, Their hands locked together like a lock and key, Her soft hands fit perfectly in his callused palms. When they finally found themselves alone, Their lips met each other, And her passionate warm kisses excited him, He knew that every kiss would be special to him. He devoted his heart to her from that moment, He would do anything to make her happy. Ev

I wish the sun never had set on that Sunday afternoon, So we could still be standing on the bridge on the outskirts of the city, Watching the sun slowly kiss the rooftops of the cityscape, It's warm rays caressing the sides of the building,  As I, like that Bestower of light,  I caress your curves, And kiss your lonely lips. As that breathtaking orange hue fills the sky, You take my breath away with your radiant eyes and inviting smile. After the sun set and is replaced by the meloncholy moon,  My love for you slowly changes into a more passionate form, As I lose myself in your warming embrace, My ego shattered into a million pieces, Not even one sliver has remained without your influence.  Your warmth, Your sounds, Your figure,  These are all tattooed both in my heart and soul. And even after a night of gallantry and passionate devotion to you, When the sun awakes from its long slumber, the memories of our arduous love gives me purpose,