I Am The Mirror To Reflect her Beauty Poem by Mohammad Younus

I am the mirror to reflect her beauty;
I am the comb to pass through her locks;
I am the morning breeze to unfurl her curly hair;
I am the wind that waves her tresses;
I am the lustre in her lovely eyes;
I am the light on her rosy cheeks,
I am coiled by her dark curls like hyacinth,
I am he who sings of her love in wordless measure,
She is he who cast the glance of love
One gleam fell on the Universe,
And another dazzled the angels,
When they noticed me whirling with her spirit

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