February222014

Dear you,

Maybe, my wounds are an art

I like to paint with poetry

That which suffers in silence is touched by the eyes that seek

Gently caressing my soul with understanding it needs

Maybe, you and I were never apart. Everything I have ever felt

Has also touched your heart.

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I can’t

I can’t exist without your name on my lips

It soothes my soul, like a graceful lullaby

You sway with every breath, like a secret silent symphony

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I was a broken melody
Which you sang to me 
As a silent symphony…

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You know what love does?

It merges your edges into nothingness

you become nothing and everything

All at once.

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It’s like that itch in my soul and 
Relief is sought through words 
That scratch them into poetry

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The Alchemist

The Alchemist dies in frustration and sorrow.

And the fool finds a treasure in a ruin.

~Shaykh Saadi of Shirazi

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I can only drink from Your cup
My lips don’t thirst for anything else

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I am selfish 
I want my Beloved 
All to myself

It pains me when He is gone
Then I realize when I am without Him 
He is always with me

This brings me relief
This teaches me patience

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The more I read Your words

The more I hear Your words 

The more I understand Your words

The more I fall more and more in love with You

I am in love with everything You are 

I am in love with everything you encompass

I am at Your mercy 

Do with me as You please …