It is cold.
It is dull.
It rains alot.
But it is not the weather outside.
Oh Lord,
Let me live in Love
Or let me die in Love.
Do not test our hearts in such manners.
Have mercy.
Take all happinesses but do not leave, in pain of love.
For the Heavens are Jealous.
I have fallen in love with a mortal.
To dust and rotting bones is the fate.
Heaven or Hell is the Judgement before God.
Why Love so?
Why Love so.
For Lust?
For Greed?
For Amusement?
No, No, For that is not love.
How such purity be in Unpure hearts.
How immortality can be destoryed by mortals.
How something beyonds the heavens be confined to heaven or hell.
How can it be you say?
See how mortals betray the ones they love.
See how men cannot live in love with one wife.
See how women marry for riches of this world.
See how hurt mortals are in this thing you call love.
I see.
So that is Love? No.
Love is self-sacrifice.
Lovers take the pain and hurt of the loved ones.
Love is not selfish for men or women.
Oh really.
Love stories are not reality.
No one would take the poison for you.
Used, abused are those lovers.
Lovers.
Lovers are like those who seek God.
Used, Abused but the will strong.
For Love in mortals is an attribute of God himself.
God himself?
Those are foolish ideas of mortals.
Do not attribute these to God.
For he creates millions and destroys another million.
Mercy and Wrafth of God is not Love but his will.
Is it not?
Is Love not the Pain, the Happiness.
For it be mercy or wrafth.
For it be creation or destruction.
Fools are not bound to anything but Love.
Fools are bound to stupidity.
Fools do follow the fools.
Leave these mortals to their destruction.
Heaven, Immortality, Eternaity of peace.
For all the existence is at your feet.
Why leave all this for madness.
Which God himself would call insanity.
Come to senses.
Leave love and lovers to stories.
To Stories.
I have it all, don’t I.
To which mortals would die to just have a glimps.
I have the immortality, the Heaven but is peace?
It is foolishness, it is madness, it is insanity but then it is love.
Love comes to those forgotten senses.
There is no existence is a lover eyes.
True love is found in the hearts of many.
I would trade it all for a moment of love,
That is peace for me.
Oh foolish mortals of this earth,
Find the forgotten seed of love in your hearts.
For Love is not a tradegy but you are.
Oh foolish immortals of heaven.
For eternality you can spend and not find a drop of love.
Paradise is the lust, greed and amusement of mortals.
Make me remember of a time when were close.
Were the love songs turned into our memories of love.
Make me remember of a time when we could part each other for a momemt.
Were the love we had was madness in the eyes of the world.
Make me remember of a time when we spoke nights and days.
Were nothing but the two of existed in our world.
Now we are busy in this chaos world.
No time for words.
Were we speak after days and months but only for a mintue or two.
More importants are clients, jobs and the money we earn.
Were we fill the gaps of love with worthless luxuries.
I wish for a better time.
A more simply time were our words of love meant the world and we were truely happy.
The night has come,
Another day has passed
But you still missing.
I waited to hear your soft voice,
Nothing but the worlds noise,
that must have drowned it out.
I seem helpless now.
Lonely yet also happy.
As time went, so did my anger.
I wanted to tell you this.
Share it like a gift between friends.
Although the times are extremely harsh
And nothing seems certain,
Even us falling apart.
The loneliness has brought peace
and brought us closer,
but you still missing
Another day I must wait silence.
Slumber asleep I was,
You sneaked in,
Stole a kiss!
Disappeared like a theft.
Awoke I became,
For love has to my house.
To seal the bound of love.
Intoxicated I have become in you.
Your name is my world.
Your love is my salvation.
Your feet are my paradise.
Heaven and Hell don’t matter.
Oh Love,
Don’t leave me,
In good times or bad
For this drunk lover is only a mortal.
Oh Love,
Don’t leave this fool.
For I shall become like the beggars,
Chanting your name from street to streets.
I bear witness there is no reality but your love.
For many letters I have received from my beloved.
With many tales of this world.
Some in Greek and some in Arabic,
Some Psalms of David and others hymns of Vedas.
For many tongues speak of his name.
Some call him Ram and others Allah.
Some say Lord Jesus and others Krishna.
But none call him Love.
For many are devoted to him in their own way.
Some go to Mosque and others to Church.
Some pray in the Temple and others in the Synagogue.
But no one looks in their Heart.
For many true believer are in him.
Some called Muslims and other Christians.
Some are Hindu and others the Jews.
But none truly know him.
For many wars are fought in his name.
Some do Jihad and others Crusades.
Some are Milkhemet Mitzva.
But no one truly fought themselves.
For many letters I have received from my beloved.
Some in the East and some in the West.
Some with love and others with anger.
For love is love and God is God.
For what crime must I bear this pain,
Every moment you are away I cannot bear.
I cannot wait no more, come, come now!
Wake my soul, give peace to my heart.
Spark Life!
Oh my love,
Come now,
For I cannot bear this life without you.
O Madness of Life
I let you go now
For this is my selfishness
For this is the will of my heart, my love.
I leave one madness and enter another
For what is sanity and insanity?
The hurt of life or the pain of death.
For peace is the moment of love.
