The soul of love, a poem by Ali Imran

Like a restless bird
roaming from vale to vale
in search of its separated flock,
I drifted from place to place
to find the face
that could unveil
beauty and truth at once.
On the way, I met
many loving friends
but nobody could radiate the glow of life
and sing the symphony of life
as you did, oh mate, and muse
of my youth.
Now, after years of tides and turns,
when I look into my heart,
I still find solace
in a thousand images of you
pulsating with my heartbeats.
That indelible link alone
lifts my famished soul
to a higher plane
of thought and love,
where I think of
and thank the Creator
who painted you
in such sweetness and light.