Don’t say to yourself, ‘Everyone argues!’ to justify and normalise your fighting, when the most natural thing is to love.
We all live but a hundred years.
When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.
I searched everywhere for love.
I knocked on every door
and turned over every stone.
But it was only until I returned home
that I found love
waiting for me.
You are my love
My source of joy
You are the joy
You are the love
Every chamber of your heart is like a flower, blooming and blooming
Spreading love with the wind of thoughts
I am floating in those divinely pure thoughts and feeling the happiness
When I am in deep love, I gain the power of love,
When I feel beloved, I feel divine happiness.
I am looking for the one I can’t fool.
I spent all night
weaving a poem for you
to wear. You look so beautiful
when you wear my light.
Do the lovers know
that when they whisper these poems
they are commemorating our love?
Do they ever think of you and me
or only of themselves?
Do they know that I once found
a strand of your hair
and wore it around my neck
like a necklace?
That I kiss your hands
more than I kiss your lips?
Do they realise that our love
and their love
are drops in the universe’s ocean of love
and that without any of these drops,
the ocean would be
You think that you’ve moved on.
That you’re happier
and now that you think about it –
you’re quite glad
that it didn’t work out
because you are free
You’re so happy.
And it’s better this way.
let me tell you my reasons,”
you say. “Let me explain
what I mean.”
After hours of telling
your neighbour and
and the girl on the bus,
“So, you see? I’m happier now.
I’m a winner because I always bet on you.
The rope longed-for her beloved, the ceiling hook.
The suspended body; a harbinger of good news.
Love was lost.
Love was found.