Peace

Will you write me a letter to my heart?

Yours was beautiful suffering if
ever such a thing was uttered
Thoughtful speech so deep that
One could swim
In the words between the worlds
Yours was a wonderful smile
And I will find myself between
The lines of a life so well lived
I wonder at the look of tears
Strolling , clinging to your face
Yours was soul with such capacity
A love so true and a
hope cut like a crystal
So well defined , those eyes
They cried and I
Cannot quite
comprehend it

Yours was a way etched
And time entrusted to deliver
This letter to my heart
Peace be on you , a thousand
A thousand times
Oh Messenger of Allah

Narrated Anas bin Malik: We went with Allah's Apostle (peace be upon him) to the blacksmith Abu Saif, and he was the husband of the wet-nurse of Ibrahim (the son of the Prophet). Allah's Apostle took Ibrahim and kissed him and smelled him and later we entered Abu Saif's house and at that time Ibrahim was in his last breaths, and the eyes of Allah's Apostle (peace be upon him) started shedding tears. 'Abdur Rahman bin 'Auf said, "O Allah's Apostle, even you are weeping!" He said, "O Ibn 'Auf, this is mercy." Then he wept more and said, "The eyes are shedding tears and the heart is grieved, and we will not say except what pleases our Lord, O Ibrahim ! Indeed we are grieved by your separation."  
Sahih Bukhari