What’s body but a raiment for the soul?
Is then body pure if the soul is not?
What’s this emptiness but a need for love?
Is then search important or is it not?
What’s morality but a code of life?
Is then conduct good if it fails morals?
What’s love but a ray of acceptance?
Is it then love if it’s conditional?
What’s prayer but an expression of love?
Is it then prayer if it asks for love?
What’s sin but a scar of impurity?
How much of repentance is then behove?
What is this life but a short wait of death?
Is then death not a part of the travel?
What’s soul but a piece of divinity?
Is it not what is divine immortal?
What are these questions but curiosity?
Is then answers of these not satisfying?
What is then the purpose but to fathom?
Is then understanding not fulfilling?
Come, to put some hope in today’s poison
For the strength to endure the days is lost
Come, to preserve in me the divine fire
For my heart is at a great risk of frost
Come, let’s witness together a sun’s dawn
For all these dawns now feel lonely to me
Come, let’s stargaze together in moon’s light
For all these stars seem less lively to me
Come, walk a road with me with conviction
For all my destinations are upset
Come, walk paths with me I’m afraid to take
For they’ll put distance between us, I fret
Come, beloved, add colour to my world
For everything here appears usual
Come then, beloved, and make me your home
For this heart is but at your disposal
Is this the end of my pursuit of you?
Was this always just another dead end?
What is there to regret anymore?
For I have done all that I did intend
O beloved, I have been your poet
I have been more to you than anyone
And I’m unsure if I could write of love,
If I could be more again to someone
For I am afraid, you would cross my mind
And I would again fall in love with you
But I have grown fluent in the language
That my anguish has endowed me with too
I do not blame you, for you are still lost
I wonder, why you refuse to be found
And I’m keeping my door open for you
Just so you can find me once you are found
How beautiful is my own misery
How heartbreaking is this pain I endure
How bluntly I have spoken of my love
How unapologetically sure
How enchantingly do your eyes sparkle
How lovely is the look into your soul
How meaningful is the curve of your smile
How fulfilling it does feel to my soul
How raw are these feelings, these emotions
How deeply I still hold on to them tight
How amazing is the course of this life
How far long til I can finish this flight
How graceful is then indeed my failure
How dignified it is when I, do, quit
How incompatible are these people
How futile it is when I try to fit
I’ve hoped for you to be different and
I’m unsure of falling again in love
So just one last try, perhaps one more cry
To convince you of the wonders of love
What is taking you so long, beloved?
For the fire of hope has begun to dim
This heart has given you every excuse
And now it’s just a mere vessel grim
Know, that this heart has no need of you, for
It has pumped before and will continue
Know, that this soul has been ablaze before,
For it is divine and will continue
And the sun will rise all the same my love
And the moon will glow fair all the same too
The shores will still sing their songs aloud
And the breezes will tremble the trees too
Those who wrote about love will not be failed
Their expressions and words will survive
So, beloved, if you choose not to come
I will be but a little less alive
Oh writers, oh poets, oh painters hear!
I know you’re inspired by the universe,
You’re burdened to feel a little too much
And it is to you both blessing and curse
You are indebted to create for this world
Without you, it will be deprived of art
And your art is supposed to make all feel
Without you, no one will know their heart
But in all your creation you may feel lost
As if the world is crashing down on you
Fires of passion may become unstable,
This pressure may begin to smother you
So listen to me all of you who create
For it’s you who have made this world better
And let the fires of passion burn you, for
A diamond cannot form without pressure
Your heart is wild and I wish to roam free
For your complexity does enchant me
We are who we choose to be, beloved
And I accept what you desire to be
I am in love with your scars and your wounds
For all these ruins are but poetry to me
I grew up surrounded by broken things;
They taught me lessons of love and beauty
In my journey, I’m still walking alone
And you are but a sweet recurring dream
What you have loved and lost does not restrict
You to allow love, again, of extremes
Allow me to acquaint you with the night
And let’s rename the stars in night’s starred face
Allow me to drown you in this love’s rain
And let’s shed our last tears with utmost grace