Love Wills

[DaNgErOuS tEaRs]

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.

The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,

the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware

if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

[Zindagi]

Nice

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