Don't analyse Love
Flow within, knew no bounds of time, and fingers ooze glow
Love is all a theme more felt, less known, far less expressed, how
Disguised by his skin, do you also see his heart, or only judge him by his words and actions?
Heart's actions go unplanned, ungauged, unintended, untangled, untimed
Straight from spirit, that sees the beyond, timeless, detached, love-drenched.
You're not my object of love, you're a part of the love for ages
You're not the aim of my will, but we are cells of promised destiny
You see me, and see me to see you, when I am You, how do you see?
I feel you in me, but if you feel me apart from you, how am I to solve?
Let's solve this in silence. I go to my shell, meditating on my heart.
Let's understand this in reverence, holiness is not analysed, it's felt deep in the heart.
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