Love Poems

Thoughts of the Missing Soul, by The Mastermind.

A day above the ordinary was when love has stumbled upon my
path and kept me afloat. I asked myself, “are you the one?”
As I gazed into your eyes, I found my home.
Time has stripped off the circumstances
of mastering your scent
and the ways you reflect,
the times you praise your god
and the songs you love,
the stories you make up
and the aspirations you desire,
-- what moves you
-- what inspires you.
You were drawn from my side so suddenly, that I wished to stay 
a bit longer in the past…
so I could hear you
smell you
touch you
feel you
-- once again.
Long have I waited for your return, but you never came. The sweet 
breeze of spring has been overshadowed by the melancholic 
songs of tomorrow. Now, all I have are words to create your 
likeness. Everything else slowly vanishes from my memories.
The rain and the sunshine…
the smell of the morning dew…
and the feeling of melting in your embrace.
Set me free. Let me face my new home.
A place where I am ought to be.

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On Love, by Gibran Khalil Gibran.

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell
  a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste
   the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is
   for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest
   branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to
   the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become
   sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets
   of your heart, 
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's
   pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out
   of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your
   laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I
   am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you
   worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your
   desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the
   night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day
   of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a
   song of praise upon your lips.

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