One night, Lover met with Beloved
Face to face in the lonely Garden
So tired of words and concealing secrets
Their hearts pleading: “Draw me closer, Soul Twin”
But Silence is like a rare gemstone
It glistens with expression
Yet remains shy and mute
Those who can hear
Listen for the Secret flute
Softly humming with a soothing ocean
Lover says: Deep in your Heart, Beloved
You stir up a Love potion
That paints the world in color
Somewhere, you utter romantic phrases
You are too humble and kind
Please know that you are the cause of this art
Beloved holds Lover’s gaze
And says: You are my immortal life
My body, my soul, the passion drummer of my heart
Persian santour and Punjabi Love strings
The music that assembles in celebration
Of impassioned Romance ascending on Heaven’s wings
Lover is intoxicated with Beloved
And says: You are my pulse
The blood flowing in my veins, my creed
The spirit dancer of my Being
Set foolish labels ablaze, They plead
There is no “male” or “female”
There is no dominant or subordinate
There is no law or chain of command
There is only madness
This language only Romantics understand
Lover whispers: You say I am beautiful
But in reality, I am a mirror
And you are the Sun radiating in endless splendor
I merely reflect your beauty
Everything your eyes see is your own
It’s all a part of you, even this poetry
~Broken Mystic~
