Kind words
Praises for you
Nasty interjections
A little expression of madness
Romantic verses
whisper words of love
Love songs
Music to your heart
Stanzas of poems
You in every lines
Book of love
Chapters of tears and smiles...
Crazy something words...
Because of love....

I hate you.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how you make me think of you, day and night.
I hate your last words.
I hate how you said "ALWAYS"
I hate how you left me waiting.
I hate how you left me hopeless.
I hate how you left me broken.
I hate that I'm still not completely over you.
I hate that I still love you.
.....A bit.

How many hurts
does it take
to see a soul

In the streets of Mecca
and Medina I pray I get lost.
Searching my way whole
day in heat I will exhaust.

Who knows after being
much tossed and shoved.
I may find the stepped paths
of my Mustafa beloved.

I'll garland and decorate those
paths with flowers nice;
As those will be paths of
success leading to paradise.__

Have you seen how perfectly
Aligned is every single thing

From the way you sigh
To the way you blink
And how the clouds move
To let the grounds drink
When you feel alone-
Then you hear your heart beat

Or how a single prostration
Could lead you
back to Him

Love can be kind.
Love can be blind.
Love can sneak up on you, catching you from behind.
Love often begins it's life as a collection of images and thoughts that flirt within the human mind.

Love can be big. It can be small.
Love can make you feel ten feet tall.
To others love can sometimes appear to be invisible. Nothing between the duo at all.

Love can be full of hurt and pain.
Leaving one or even both parties with horrible sensations some similar to being hit by a train.

Love for some is seen as a game.
Playing with people's hearts fills them with joy.
Not a shred of shame.
Treating you like a rag doll toy.

Love can be soft.
Making you feel as if you are being held aloft.
Like the well known fictitious lion cub
Or that you are a member of a very exclusive club.

Love can be tough.
The journey can be rough.
At some point you may find yourself asking, "I'm am doing enough?"

Love can be so many things.
But there is one thing I know for certain, love will always pluck our heart strings.

There was a time
I was his very breath
His rising sun and waxing moon
I am still his love

There was a time
I was his heaven on earth
His goddess, his flowing tide
I am still his love

There was a time
I never left his thoughts
I was his very smile
I am still his love

There was a time
I could be who I am
No pain in accidental words
I am still his love

There was a time
He accepted all my flaws
Danced and basked in them
I am still his love

There was a time
Distance wasn't pain
And my existence didn't break his heart
I am still his love

There was a time
My smile didn't cut
The truth of us was all he needed
I am still his love

There was time
I was naught but joy
Not steeped in impossibilities
I am still his love

There was a time
I warmed his heart with my own
Now a waning moon and ebbing tide
But I am still his love