When the time began to clear your image
I went to a sculptor
and asked him to sculpt your statue
He asked me what you looked like
I said that your eyes are those of a gazelle
that your hair is comparable to silk
your smile is a flood of tenderness
your skin is softer than cashmere
that your silence is the sweetest song
and your character is that of Ulysses' wife Penelope
When he finished, I chose to call you Matida
and every day I speak to you and kiss you
Because I know one day you'll find your soul
and you will become my wife
Tenderly
Sabri
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