THE BELOVED NEARER TO ME
Hark! Look there goes yonder the piece of my heart the beloved took for ransom! Latif indeed is my beloved so interwoven into the fabric of my life that I know not where do I begin and my beloved end. Tender arms and sweet, sweet conversations way past the hour of midnight when most others are deep in slumber, my belov ed whispers harmonies into the depth of my soul. A love not of this world, for this world could not contain it, yet lucky me, the heart I hold in the center of my chest holds that love even as it grows to carry the very essence of my being far into the lands yet unknown to most. My beloved whom I have suffered for to meet, has finally revealed a glimpse of her flowing hair from the ends of which hang so many more crazy lovers like me. Yet I'd be satisfied with a cardboard box for shelter if I should be so lucky to find my way to the foothills of my beloved's abode, and rest my old bones there for eternity basking daily in the light that comes flowing.... ONLY GOD