To my eternal consort, in all the worlds of God. I love you.
Consort’s Caravel
Neath the shade of Sidratu’l-Muntaha,
Where consorts hail the lodestar of love,
Where fallen foes-in-arms embrace,
Their empty eyes forever gaze.
More potent than the Sufi’s quill,
An Elysium to Majnun’s Hell,
The silencer of Israfel,
Our love – a sacred Caravel,
With Abha’s Winds against the sails.
The Tuque'd Shrew 
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY BROOOKEEE:)
XOXOXOXO