That embrace was very serene,
When I was in a dream,
Through that time memorable,
That I envisaged; all I treasure.
Will not fall into precision,
I will tell you why,
I feel that way, I try.
The love is just a feeling of mine,
Nothing though that I can define…
You are held in the eon of a season,
That can’t be defined with a reason.
Will the heart ever speak like now?
Thou art the love or love art thou?
With all the wishes coming in my way!
You are the source that makes me sway.
In a warm, not heated passion,
This is the feeling of overt might.
The Sufis were true when talking love…
This is incredible, this is right.
Akifonymous
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