Tired am I from this heart
wanting love.
The sweetness of faith is
what comes above.
There is a warfare in me;
should I find and chase the love,
or should I keep faith in
whats to come?
So much good God has given me
yet, the heart yearns for love.
Why? I should be thankful
for the greatnesses given by
my Rabb.
But the heart fights me.
It cannot sway away from
trying to find love.
Lonely am I not, truly.
But the heart cannot withhold
its beauty.
If it cannot find the love,
it will scream until
it turns to ashes,
seeking nothing,
but more greatness to
come.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
