Pangs of Love

A tear at the top of my eyelash has seeped down through
if only you knew the things you could do

To wash some of this pain away

But what use is reciprocity if not returned with its own ardour

It’s so clear to me, but only if it’s what you’d want for you too

This pain etches itself into my soul

I spend countless hours transmuting it into gold

My attempt at releasing, fulfillment of desire

Is only held back by unconditional love that supersedes it

Your preference for this current mold is one that unearths pain untold

Alas, we could find treasures in minutes that take decades to unfold

No lines of poetry can surmise that which only our bodies and souls can feel

Imagine if that transmutation stage, could be skipped

Imagine if in the ocean of love, we both mutually dipped

But for the water to be pure enough

The things that I know you could do

That I internally beg to God for

Can at this point-only come from him and you

My own speaking of the desire can spoil its cleanliness

Love, such a delicate and powerful force

I cannot control nor destroy it

Only face it, hoping it’s light shines down on my tears that illuminate my body in the suns rays

Without burning myself via that same light

There’s so much aflight

And I just want things to be right

It might just start with... one night

My heart sinks and pulls in these lines

I really don’t give a damn if it rhymes

The tear has now reached my navel

It seeks no appraisal

Will there be anyone aside from God that understands?

I don’t need answers, just that love

Go ahead and call me greedy and/or needy

Who are you to judge? I never asked for this

A fakir in no need of alms to do with currency

Just pangs of love thirst that dream of being quenched

It’s from الله