I cannot recall when it was that I fell in love with you
But do you remember the doubt that first behest you
A while it took for me to shed my vain defiance in full
Perhaps when a part of me was in thirst to be just you
I could never have known an entire day of futile gloom
Had you bestowed that smile on me that once vest you
If I have learnt to value every unfinished hour of the day
It is a trifling tribute to every single virtue that crest you
Vain now are your rebukes and your distant demeanor
It is your love and patience not your anger that test you
This phoenix rises not out of ashes but from gentle flame
Stoked by those tender caresses that could only nest you
This is an offering for a friend who means a lot to me, and who I often miss dearly.
The other person I acknowledge is a friend who suggested that the ghazal form of poetry might better suit my style. Although I have not strictly adhered to all its rules, I have tried to embrace it in principle.