We were bound by faith, beneath the crescent moon,
Two hearts aligned, yet paths diverged too soon.
You were my first love — the first girl I brought home,
A sacred fire I felt, never knew before, never known.
At work we met, a world of rules and lines,
I broke them all for you — blurred the signs,
Mixing personal and professional,
For you, I dared the fall, the risk, the fallible.
We never crossed the line, never touched the skin,
But every moment near you was a spark within.
You were my partner in crime, my secret untold,
A story wrapped in silence, fragile and bold.
You kept your cards close, a mystery in your eyes,
I knew you held another, under secret skies.
A man outside our world, not sharing our faith,
Yet still you chose him — and I accepted my wraith.
You said if we met sooner, our vows would be true,
That I was all you’d searched for, the dream you never knew.
But love can twist in shadows, caught in cultural fight,
Your family’s gaze was cold, your heart split between night and light.
You never broke with him, though your heart pulled to me,
Caught in a silent war, a prison no one could see.
The other did no wrong, no fault I could find,
Still you kept me close, and I held you in mind.
I dream of you, Djamila — as if under a spell,
Other women try to fill, but only your face they tell.
You haunt my waking hours, my every breath, my pain,
The love we never lived still dances in my veins.
I broke every rule, cast spells I wouldn’t name,
Crossed lines I swore were sacred, all to call your name.
But you’d never know the lengths I reached for you,
The battles fought in silence, the things I wouldn’t do.
I saw the space you needed, I gave it all away,
Maybe that was my fault, my heart’s fatal sway.
I held you with freedom, but freedom slipped through,
You chose the other’s arms, though my soul still knew.
If only time was kinder, if only fate could bend,
Maybe you and I could have found the end.
Together at last, no shadows to hide,
A love unbroken, standing side by side.
But now I’m left with memories — sweet and bittersweet,
A love unfinished, a story incomplete.
Djamila, my first love, my secret, my ache,
The one who got away, the one I couldn’t take.
