Waking and walking through life without a clue,
Not bathing in the nectar of love is a chance of colours wasted in blue..
"What is love" asked the heart, failing to understand,
"Try beating for someone else once" answered nature and opened my hand.
What is that sword, that does not bow to beauty,
It is that force of nature which makes the sage forget his penance and the soldier his duty.
It is the water's effortless flow, the flower's first bloom,
It is the moon adding beauty to the dark night and the sun stealing the gloom.
It burns like fire, it showers like rain,
It moves the soul like the wind and is blissful pain.
I gave everything, thinking not once for a reason,
I talked and talked till the night fell asleep without intention.
I accepted the rose petals with its thorns, I kept no condition,
I took like a touch of love every painful affliction.
Look how the tides changed, look at it all getting beautiful,
Look at the leaves getting greener, the moon brighter and the sunset's colour bountiful.
What can I write for love which has not been written,
The moon, the stars, the sun, the wind, the singing of birds, the beating of hearts, the eyes, the voice, the hair, the smile, the tears, the days forgotten..
The desire for heaven forgotten for I have seen a smile melting all lies,
The desire for gems forgotten for I have seen more priceless shine in those eyes..
The fear of the world gone for I have challenged the world already,
The fear of death gone, as to meet the creator of such beauty I am ready..
No other wish, no other goal,
No other destination to reach and be whole.
I shall not give my words a name for they are meant for not all but one...
a message through god's voice, I shall assume it is done...
I can die a happy man for I have loved, even if I have sinned and told lies,
God shall ask me what I saw before I died...
I saw it all, all beautiful creations of yours, I saw it in her eyes.....
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