It was her aura, that drew me, across the room.
Her purity of grace, shone from her young, beautiful face,
Her Muslim head, in pale pink encased,
The second wife in love, with her ill, old man.
How I wish I could be as pure in heart,
How lucky for him, and his family,
That she in love, will nurse him, into eternity,
Forgoing her youth, her life, unconditionally.