The first one

Noor
A myth, A tale, A person
An imagination
Where i meet the perfection i see in a person, I want in a person.

The person who is supposed to be loved with all my heart
With all i have till my time comes and further

In my imagination she has curls
The phenomenon is she plays with her curls when she is excited, happy
But in reality she could be a straight haired girl
Her eyes really did the magic
In the shape of an almond
And colour of sea
Oh which calms me down from my dreads
Many things about her reminds me of perfection
But in reality there is not thing as perfection is there
But today i know why she is perfect for me
All the flaws in her that i adore makes her perfect for

The more i search for this person outside
I realise that person is inside my self
Once i find myself I'll find that one
And everyone I meet in my life will be noor for me