Even in my writer's right,
Am I justified to write;
About the rose in her eyes;
Or take a slice of her spice?

Even in my writer's right,
Still my words wander on the land,
Playing through the belly of the sands,
Fogbound; who then shines her light?

Even in my writer's right,
What words are right to describe;
Her shine, her light;
The shadow that she casts?
Sadly...
Not so benign are words of mine...

Indeed amid her licit struggles,
Is her light uneclipsed,
By shadows of illicit casts,
By the laws she exists,
Leaving her shadows to the past.

Kareema; Magnificent indeed is the woman,
Who casts her grandeur to everyone,
The trim on greatness crown,
Dashing her fears to the ground.

Not so benign are words of mine,
I hope to make heaven in a smile,
For thoughts and words I may have penned,
May they tend to your treasured world,
May they make blend with your magnificence...