OPENING THE DOORS OF EMOTIONAL RETROSPECTION
Heaven has its purpose in man
I write to you now because I feel like a poet who fancies the beauty of love
Whose impression he composes in verse
While being ruled by a divine power
My thoughts are as distant as my imaginations
Night has fallen, silence prevails, and life slumbers
But I open my sleepless eyes
And keep vigil with my pen till dawn
From behind the darkness of the night, I make wishes for my love
Because love conquers in the struggle of joy against sorrow
I am consoled by a love that renders my pains a joy and my sorrows a happiness
If heaven willed it, only heaven can alter it
Heaven has its purpose in man
God have united beauty and love in me
And joined the kind brightness of your eyes with the darkness of my recessive self
I have met love on its very face, and have embraced its spirit
We are both in the hands of a mysterious and merciful power, let it do its will
Can you sense the crush in my thoughts?
The bond and energy that keeps me writing tonight is very strong
As long as there is ink, I will keep writing
If this ink finishes, I will get a new one
What I do today in my solitude will be echoed to the people by tomorrow
What I say now with one heart will be repeated tomorrow by many hearts
I want to say a word and I shall say it now
I want to live in the glory of love and in the light of beauty
I am a rose; my heart opens at dawn
And the virgin kisses me and places me upon her breast
I am the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty
But you are the reality of this sweet dream
You are a sacred shrine in the heart of a child, adored by a merciful mother
So I will place my head on your bosom as a child in the arms of a loving mother
What I see in your heart is yellow like the candle light and red as twilight
It is obviously colourful and beautiful
I look upon sleeping nature
And with a deep reflection, discovered the reality of a vast and infinite thing
Something no power can demand, influence or acquire nor can riches purchase
It can’t be effaced by the tears of time or deadened by sorrow
It is something that gathers strength with patience
This something is LOVE
Love is not a spirit in the body of words
But these expressions are myriads of thoughts in the unspoken language of my heart
I speak to you wishing that my feelings might flow with my words
You are a word uttered and repeated by the voice of my heart
You are a star fallen from the blue tent upon a green carpet
And brighter do you shine
I came out throbbing with a longing to be loved
There were silent words upon my quivering lips
Speaking when the tongue of life is silent
I am a stranger passing by the gates of your garden but you called me in
I feel uneasy because I am always a departing guest
But I want to write one more time
And tell you some things my heart would love to say and how good you are
This may not be the most beautiful words on the lips of mankind
But what I feel for you grow day by day,
It has become a kind of mute worship
You are more precious than the crown of a queen
And more sublime than the throne of angels
I am most grateful to that cupid who emptied its quiver in my chest
Wetness does not bother the drowned
I’m head over heels
The pendulum of my heart has swung from fantasy to reality
I want to love you as a poet love his most beautiful thoughts
I want to recall you as a traveler recall the pool that quenches his thirst
I want to remember you as a mother remember the child on her bosom
I live under the shadows of your love the life of a flower under the rays of the sun
I sing your name as the village sings the echoes of a church bell
I remember you as a stranger remember his beloved country
All these words come from the depths of my heart like flames of fire
You may not comprehend this piece, but I guess you grasp the shadowy meanings
Those which are not clothed in words and don’t reside on paper
Now I know there is something higher than the heavens
Deeper than the oceans and stranger than life, death and time
Now I know what I didn’t before
It is wrong to think that love comes from long friendship and persevering courtship
Yesterday you were like a sister to me
Now I feel something sweeter than brotherly affection
And nobler than blood ties
It is a comingling of love and fear that fills my heart with happiness and worries
But love is a flower than grows and blooms without the aid of season
It secrets in my mind a memory which melts my heart
And awakens by its sweetness all the virtue of my heart and body
Within this memory, an hour passes, every minute of which seems like a year
These are moments I think of you and terribly miss you
Waves of perplexity beat upon me as I hold this pen
Writing in the solitude of my room, oh how great this night is and how deep its mystery
It’s a mixed feeling of love and worry, as I always say to myself ‘I hope she is fine’
I tremble with affection and feel my heart blooming with love
I tremble like the light of a lamp before the wind; I feel I have seen love face on face,
My heart feels for you not on account of beauty
But because the eye cannot resist a spear without being pierced
This is a love free from jealousy, rich and never harmful to the heart
Yours is a heart which beauty has erected and love have blessed
Cups don’t entice lips unless the wine is seen through the transparency of the crystal
That first smile, took care of everything that could have gone wrong
You have become dearer than a friend,
Closer than a sister and more beloved than a sweetheart
You have become a supreme thought, a beautiful dream
And an overpowering emotion living in my heart
I gaze upon your beauty with keen interest
And marvel upon your strength and intelligence
I feel the kindness of your heart and innocence of your countenance
I loosen myself and fall, hoping to land in your heart
I am attracted and invisibly drawn close and closer
Every visit gave me a new meaning of your beauty
And a new insight into your sweet spirit
I can say you are a book whose pages I understand and whose praises I can sing
But I can never finish reading this book
I see you each day like a first time
Because you are always a brand anew
A woman whom providence has provided with the beauty of heart and body
I understand you by virtue of love
But I can’t describe you in words
Superlative words may pull you below my thoughts of you
But is not silence more painful than death?
Will pride and limitation stop me from describing you in plain words?
Since I can’t paint your picture with luminous colors among the stars
I should endeavor to say something at least
I’m not proud, but may be limited in words
Yet speech is not the only means to understanding between two hearts
It is not the syllables that come from the lips and tongue that brings hearts together
There is something greater and purer than what the mouth can utter
But I can’t keep some things to my heart
I ponder my words and weigh the true meaning of each syllable
No matter how ugly my expressions may be
Just know they come from a sincere heart beautiful like yours
Beauty and love is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man
Oh how great this night is and how deep its mystery
I listen to the breathing of sleeping nature while I write these lines
I bring your face forth in my imaginations
And on your lips I see a smile of pleasure
I bring your figure forth, and in that silk, cotton, linen and woollen attire
You are lithe, and like the rays of moonlight coming through the window
Your walks are graceful and rhythmic; I can’t deny watching those steps
When you smoothly place and pluck each feet from point to point
Your voice is low and sweet
Words fall from your lips like drops of dew
Falling from the petals of rose when they are disturbed by the wind
And with a pace that cause my heart to flutter and keeps my attention in custody
Your voice moved me to the depths of my heart
They are epitome of your tale of love
My words can’t describe the expressions on your face; you reflect many things
You are a classic personality, a revelation which cannot be measured or bound
Or replicated by the brush of a painter or the chisel of a sculptor
You are one of a kind; your beauty is not in those shiny eyes,
Not in those tasty lips
Not in your perfect figure
Nor in your succulent bosom
Your beauty is like the gift of poetry; it is inbuilt
It is in the light which emanates from those eyes
It is in the sweetness of the words of those lips mouth
It is in the nobility and tenderness of your heart
It is in the virtue and elegance that surround your being
You are thoughtful and when you are silent, I try to read your eyes
And when you shut the eyes I will listen to the throbbing of your heart
Love is linking my heart to yours
I see in your heart the most concealed emotions and hear the echoes of a hidden voice
The thirst for love is a difficult urge to satisfy
The more I love, the deeper and deeper I go
I long for your love like bread which the goddess prepares with the sweetness of kisses
‘The gods do not forget’, if they misplace me, they will apologize
For the past few days loneliness overcame me
I tried to cheer up, but was grim
Then I remembered that fate brought back a dear old friend
In the person of a stranger, who in no minute became so dear to my heart
Who is she, that cometh forth like the morning rising?
Fair as the moon, bright as the sun and terrible as an army set in battle array
These words resound when I sing the glories of The Most Blessed Virgin Mary
But of you I have thought, and have these to say
Your love opens my eyes with its magical rays
And touches my heart with its fiery fingers
You have awakened my slumbering heart with your beauty
And led me into the garden of high affection
This affection reveals to me the secrets of love
Times with you is the memory that changes my deepest feeling
And make me happy in spite of all bitterness and mystery
I say these words to you, because love has its own language
A language loftier than the voice of tongues and lips
It is a timeless language common to all humanity
A calm lake that attracts the singing rivulet to its depths and make them silent
Only the heart understand the language of beauty and love
It puzzle my mind; I’m not able to describe it in words
It is a sensation not visible to my eyes but I sense it
This love emanates from the inmost depth of my heart and it illuminates my senses
Just like life come from the depth of the earth and gives colour and scent to a flower
Did our hearts reach out to each other the day we met?
Did my yearning reveal your beauty to me?
I imagine the brightness of your eyes and the sweetness of your lips
I can’t keep quiet about the elegance of your figure
I’m obviously not intoxicated with the wine of youth
The person of you show me the happiness of loving and being loved
It’s strange but with you I feel emotions I have never felt before
And for each time I say ‘I’m going’, my heart gives a sigh of disappointment
I’m always a departing guest, but this affection rests tranquil in my heart
Like the spirit hovering over the face of the waters at the creation of the world
From this affection is born something great within my sense and urge for exclusive love
You are obviously worth it, even more than just that
Your love elevates my heart
It is a perfect love, a love of consummated excellence and supreme wonders
The law of humanity and phenomena of nature cannot alter its course
Please place my heart side by side with yours before the throne of love
Sucked by your god-hallowed lips, I recall the innocence of my childhood
And I feel the sweet ecstasy of youth
I knew the stern passion of manhood
And envisage the wisdom of old age
In your eyes I see the splendor of kings
And the triumph of warriors
The fame of poets and the honour of saints
In my need for your nearness, I feign remoteness
And in fear of the ebb-tide of your love
I guard the floodgates of my heart
I open up my heart to you because I know
Love humiliated in its nakedness is greater than love that seeks triumph in disguise
I lay my hands upon your heart
No other heart but yours, no other lips but yours
You are the voice that lingers in my ears
And the hand that touches my hand
Long do I love you, and over much
This love that opens my eyes and enslaves my heart has given me the blessing of patience
Oh mad wandering spirit hear me out
For I, the most imperfect has been granted a perfect love
I am your host tonight, and you are my welcomed guest
Here is my hand, grasp it with your beautiful hand
Here is my body, embrace it with your loving arms
Here also are my lips, bestow upon them a deep and dizzying kiss
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Sleep creeps upon me and is covering my wakefulness
Sleep beckons and my thoughts are disappearing
My pen is conquered, and here I lay my head down to rest
Just know that somebody from this end always wish the best for you
Be safe and be fine. Have a very wonderful and blessed night
©ZIMLIGHT 5/5/18, 9:40 pm
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