Tuesday, September 28, 2004 By Maryam
The sweetest words to my God,
the bright pupils in the eyes of my soul.
I want to reach You,
yet I feel You take my hand.
I want to honour You,
yet You please my intentions.
I want to deserve You,
yet You show me always a bright way.
yet You give.
I should have to try seeing You,
but I am not prepared yet.
Even though I feel somehow I am near you,
Thank You for being here,
or for letting me go to You.