To a prophet's wife

Dear Aphrodite, my affection for Leyla is true, Hath endured the disdain of the world, Like prophets of old, my love shines through, And in my heart, its flame unfurled.

The world may scoff and turn a blind eye, But my love for Leyla doth not wane, For in her heart, I have found my sky, And in her eyes, my joy doth remain.

Though storms may come and tempests rage, And the world may judge with cruel tongue, My love for Leyla shall never age, For in her embrace, my heart hath sung.

Oh God, not all the world's disdain, Will diminish the love my heart doth contain.