They say love hurts
mine kills me
stabs my heart
until I bleed

When thy lips did kiss, I questioned not,
Nor sought for wine, nor heaven’s thought.

A tremble stirred through time’s still face,
And reason fled without a trace.

What need have I of chaliced gold,
When breath of thine makes rapture bold?

I spoke no verse — the world grew dumb,
One sigh from thee, and stars were numb.

They call me mad, by flame possessed,
Yet only ash has truly rest.

Thou kissed — and night forgot its name,
The moon turned pale, the sun grew tame.

I dwell in hush, where echoes sleep,
Half-living still, in silence deep.

A kiss — and silence found its cry,
Its voice unloosed beneath thy sky.

O’ eyes! You bore the echo of the Throne,
And gazed as if the stars were all your own.
Majestic eyes, whose silence made me whole —
You gazed, and in that gaze — you kissed my soul.

O’ dewy rose, scattered on the silken floor,
Art thou a pledge of love, or parting’s lore?
In thee resides both flame and celestial light,
Thy fall alters the soul’s eternal plight.

Each bloom by the Hand of Destiny unfurled,
Carries the rapture and the ruin of the world.

O’ if the rose were given leave to sigh,
Or if the ocean wept for beauty’s sake,
Such tears would flood the ramparts of the sky,
And bid the sleeping stars in awe awake.
Yet thou, unknowing, passest through the dawn,
A muse unbound, in mortal semblance drawn.

So let the heavens bend to kiss thy tread,
And night adorn thee with her silver thread;
For in thy gaze, this fleeting world doth see
A glimpse of what the soul was born to be.
And I, a poet lost in mortal guise,
Have glimpsed the infinite through earthly eyes.

Though time may fade the bloom from beauty’s cheek,
Its echo in thy light shall ever speak.

Your beautiful eyes are my jewelled crown,
In their depth, all my stars fall down.
A universe spun in sapphire gleam,
Where love walks softly through every dream.

Your darling lips—my sweetest cure,
A balm of flame, both fierce and pure.
With every kiss, the night turns gold,
And time forgets how to grow old.

Your gaze, a spell that bends the air,
Turns silence into sacred prayer.
And when you smile, the heavens sigh—
A blush of dawn in a twilight sky.

Let kingdoms fall, let empires cease,
If I have your breath, I have my peace.
For no throne shines, no fate is sure,
But your lovely lips—my only cure.

So wear my soul like silken gown,
Your eyes, my fate—my pride, my crown.
And in your arms, I seek no more,
For love like yours is worth the war.

Before the sun had kissed the waking skies,
Before the moon could open dreaming eyes,
You were a thought in realms beyond all sight—
A secret held in Mercy’s veiled light.

Not cast by chance, nor shaped by time or fate,
But crafted where the highest heavens wait;
From sacred clay, with Spirit gently blown,
You rose—a soul beloved, yet not your own.

A trust you bear, of breath and light composed,
A flame within, divinely interposed.
Where angels bowed at one majestic sign,
You stood, adorned by wisdom's grand design.

Each crease upon your palm, a sign unread,
Of mysteries the silent cosmos said.
Your gaze reflects the stars, the seas, the skies—
A mirror of the Truth that never dies.

You are the cup from which the cosmos sips,
The praise of God upon your heart and lips.
No idle dust, but destined and decreed—
A living verse, in word and will and deed.

So wear your form with honour, not despair,
For in that frame, the breath of God is there.
A servant crowned in dignity and grace—
The finest form in all of time and space.

O’ child of earth, yet lifted and refined,
You are the masterpiece the Lord designed.
Not merely made—but chosen, known, and free—
To walk the path of light and majesty.

Rise—for even the heavens seem displeased with your sleep, O’ unripe heart!
You've lost that lightning, that spectacle, that celestial art.

How long will you slumber in the chains of dust and clay?
You are a spark that even destiny cannot delay.

Know thyself—for you are the light of the eternal scheme,
One piercing glance of yours can resurrect a dream.

If you will it, you can command the stars in flight—
If not, your fate remains a captive of endless night.

This world depends on you—you are the rhythm of time,
Drunken self-forgetfulness has robbed you of your prime.

Set fire to every tune that moans the dirge of imitation,
Transform yourself—the current of time bends to your creation.

Ignite a longing, birth a flame, become a living blaze—
Let a tempest rise in your heart, and dawn break through your gaze.

You are not merely a drop in the ocean’s vast expanse—
You are the ocean itself, flowing free in your sacred dance.

What a reflection of my soul your heart must hold,
In its depths, my spirit’s secrets are unrolled.
Like a river that winds to the farthest shore,
Your love calls me home, forevermore.

In the quiet of your gaze, the universe lies,
The stars themselves speak through your tender eyes.
Your heart, a sanctuary, where time does cease,
In your embrace, my soul finds peace.

The world is but a shadow, fleeting and small,
But in your love, I find the truth of it all.
Your touch, a balm to my restless mind,
A haven where my spirit is entwined.

What a reflection of my soul your heart must be,
In your love, I see all eternity.
Boundless and pure, like the eternal sky,
Together, we soar, where angels fly.

For in your love, I have found my place,
A home in your heart, a sacred space.
What a reflection of my soul your heart must be,
A mirror of my dreams, forever set free.