Something More

Bhaisab - what is love?

T’is a gift from up above

It fails to be manufactured of kisses or of sighs

Of clinging hands, or that sorcery-

The subtle witchcraft of alluring eyes

It isn’t made of quiet whispers; no!

Not of a blushing cheek, whose answering glow

Lets us know the ear has heard the accent low

Love isn’t made of years tears, nor smiles

Of kissable lips, nor enticing wiles;

Love is impervious to temptation

For she herself beguiles

Dropping logic to the floor

All of this, is just Love’s language

That shapes us at our core

It is a gift from God

But Love itself is something more

It’s from الله