Her

Are you a mirage,
Or a dream,
Are you the cooling shadow of the moon,
Or the fiery kiss of the sun,

Your piercing kohl painted eyes,
Makes slaves of kings,
And crumbles empires,
With one glance,

Your throne,
Is made of the broken hearts,
Of your begging lovers,
That lay at your feet,

While your sensuous smile,
Grinds to dust,
The envious,
For even they are helpless at seeing you,

He is in love with you,
She is in love with you,
And I am the oasis that you secretly desire.