Poetry: My Love

Should I say she's like a moon.
Should I tell you
what my love looks like?
Should I say she's like a moon
that brightens the dark nights?
Or, should I compare her to the sun
which shines with all its glory
and warms the days of life?
Should I compare her to a flower,
envied by a rose in the midst of spring;
Or, should I compare her to the veiled beauty
whom no eye has seen bare
except the walls and doors of her abode?
Like a houri on earth is she
the houris of paradise whom envy;
Yes, she is my love, my beloved,
her love runs like a sanguine fluid
across the veins of my heart and soul;
She lives with me, by me, all the time
beheld not by my eyes yet
I can see her, feel her in my heart
the music of her love resounds in my heartbeats,
she floats with my thoughts,
paints the true colors of my dreams.
I know She exists for me;
She's mine,my love, my life;
she may not know, so what?
but I know, I know.