بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Rabb of mine, if there was just one thing that i could ask, just one thing in all of creation, that i would seek to have, and hold, and keep eternally close: please let it be her, hand in hand. 

what is an earth without its Moon? how would its ocean make waves? how would it find coolness from the sun in shade? and if by stillness surrounded or evaporated in heat unabated, just how long would life survive on this earth, beyond mere shadow of what once existed?

in my mind, her face i can see, the echoes of her voice i hear, oh Rabb, i beg of You to complete for me what this blind man as yet could not have near, her painting brought to life, in Your highest Garden, for those who tried to persevere.