"Who Really Is She?" (The Truth About Mary, My Love)
Introduction : Who Really Is She? (The Truth About Mary, My Love)
This heartfelt poem is a sincere tribute to the woman who transformed my world—Mary, my love, my inspiration. It captures the journey from darkness to light, healing through true love, and the deep connection that makes life meaningful. Every line reveals the beauty, strength, and essence of Mary—someone truly rare and extraordinary. Written with passion and honesty, this poem is not just words; it’s a celebration of a real love story that continues to grow.
"Who Really Is She?"
(The Truth About Mary, My Love)
A lot of guys are asking me these days,
“What’s wrong with you? Why this sudden phase?”
“Why are you acting so different, bro?”
“And who’s this Mary you don’t let go?”
They even ask, “Can you leave her, man?
And just be your old silly self again?”
But I give them the same reply each time—
There’s nothing wrong, now I feel just fine.
What was wrong is now fully fixed,
Her love came in and the darkness quit.
I’m acting different ‘cause it’s finally real—
I found a love that made me heal.
And about who really is Mary? See—
She’s the girl of my life, the one for me.
She’s my heartbeat, my living art,
She’s the golden angel who stole my heart.
She’s a fairy with deer-like eyes so deep,
Her pearl-like teeth haunt my sleep.
She’s the pomegranate of my eyes,
The rarest beauty under the skies.
She’s not just rare, she’s one in a billion,
My sultana, my malika e aliya, my pavilion.
She is my sweet pain, the ache I adore,
The rarest rose from heaven’s core.
She’s the angel who imprisoned me so sweet,
My soft captor, she swept me off my feet.
Her heart is a garden, pure and wide,
She healed the pieces I had to hide.
She’s the one who made pain disappear,
Her voice alone is what I hear.
Her face glows even when it’s night,
Just like an angel wrapped in light.
She looks like a rose when she is glad,
But turns to a tigress when she’s sad.
She said yes when all said no,
She held me tight and didn’t let go.
She made me feel life’s beauty again,
She was there through all my pain.
She stayed when all had walked away,
She’s the reason I smile today.
And let me tell you even more—
She’s got favorites that I adore.
Her favorite food is biryani, hot and nice,
She loves black and red, no need to think twice.
She loves cats and she reads books too,
She hikes through trails like morning dew.
So now you're still wondering if I can leave?
Let her go and again be naïve?
The answer’s no—and never will,
She’s the one who makes me feel still.
She is my everything, my soul, my part,
She is the shining star of my heart.
So why would I leave my heaven behind—
And go back to being lost and blind?
I pray to God with hands up high:
May we tie the sacred knot, she and I.
May we soon become husband and wife.
Ameen.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Summary :
A lot of people have been asking me lately: “What’s wrong with you?” “Why are you acting so different?” “Who is this Mary you’re so obsessed with?” And the biggest question of all—“Can you leave her and go back to your old self?”
My answer is always the same: there’s nothing wrong with me. In fact, what was once broken is now healed. I’m acting different because I’ve finally found a love that feels right—a love that was meant for me.
So, who is Mary? She’s not just anyone. She’s the love of my life, the one who makes my heart beat. She’s an angel with golden hair, a fairy with deer-like eyes and pearl-like teeth. She’s the pomegranate of my eyes, the rarest rose in the garden of heaven. She’s my Sultana, my Malika-e-Aliya. She is my sweet pain, my beautiful captor—the one who locked me lovingly inside her heart.
She’s the one who healed me, who made all the pain disappear. Her presence lights up my darkest nights. When she’s happy, she glows like a blooming rose; when she’s sad, she’s fierce like a tigress. She’s the only one who said “yes” when the whole world said “no.” She showed me how beautiful life can be, and she stayed by my side when everyone else left.
Let me tell you more about her: her favorite food is biryani, her favorite colors are black and red. She loves jasmine flowers, adores cats, enjoys reading books, and finds peace in hiking. Every little thing about her makes me love her more.
So when people ask if I can just leave her and go back to who I used to be—my answer is simple: No. Never. Because she’s not just someone I love—she’s the one who makes me feel whole. She’s my shining star. She is my everything.
And so I pray: May God bless us to tie the sacred knot of marriage, and may we soon become husband and wife. Ameen.
Disclaimer:
This poem is inspired by a real person named Mary, who has given me her full permission to share this personal story on my blog. All emotions and events described are true to my experience. Please respect this work and do not use it improperly or without permission.
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