That golden necklace woven so beautifully glimmers, in the sunlight dancing through the window.
But should I have no one to wear it for,
And should it be worn only in my company,
it would all but lose its meaning.
I love this necklace,
but without love it shall turn into a thread, heavy and empty in its lonenliness.
With love, a magnificent sun beam, born and found in the heart of a mountain.
by Shenaz Wahid