My Leads Teaching Sun Poem

Who will you be, my future?
How sincere your petty face flattered me.
Thank you for replacing it.
My old blurred love.

I do not care.
To me you are beautiful in my heart not in my eyes. The wedding night.
Later I want to create my house hut.
Like the expanse of paradise garden.
Among the birds are singing.
Butterflies dance, and strings nancing.

I created it
From my dirty hands that keep on praying nonstop.
From the shabby fabric I say that it is silk.
You smile, then whisper "" lead me to your pleasure and pleasure "".
Who will you be, my bride?
Aamiin ..