Residences

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

home of the heart ain't in my chest, it's somewhere else, hiding just beyond this life, tucked safe inside your breast. doesn't matter how long it you've kept, some things simply need their growth, while journeying outside themselves. these truths not for the faint of heart, as oft love can be intense, especially for those whom longing is a well-known friend. home of the nafs, found I think it has, within my Gift, a blessing for life and sustenance, an afterglow of love, borne as purity of lust, relishing what we might receive, a key to keeping balance and trust.

alhamdulillah, always