The Love Letter

The love Letter!!

Why oh why my heart decried
Seared burnt painfully fried

Waltzing away abruptly, no inkling
Breaking my heart, blood congealing

Listless confused I pitifully blunder
Blissfully loving, I let you plunder

You showered love drenching full measure
All delirious moments in thy arms, I treasure

This sudden withdrawal leaves me shattered
Bewildered I relive all moments that mattered

Why oh why my heart decried
Seared and burnt painfully fried

Who loves so wholeheartedly then walks away, I say!
Blasphemy it is and a black day for all lovers if I may

Thus heartbroken I agitate and cogitate senselessly
Seeking needle of why in love haystack feverishly

Distracted by door chimes I hasten barefoot downstairs
Courier delivers Valentine Roses amidst envious stares

Pounding heart I skip upstairs tearing envelope in haste
Healing words soothe and assuage all pain I did taste

Sweetheart  I had to beat a painful retreat to test our love
True love dictated before tying love knot of us two doves

Duly tested, love shone through bright as a newly minted coin
Forward steps retreated, dancing in tune joyfully to forever join

Love sweet love tested tried finally won and came home
Rejoicing ever after on Valentine’ Day, amen, ohm, shalom.

 

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There is only one situation I can think of in which men and
women make an effort to read better than they usually do.
It is when they are in love and reading a love letter.
Mortimer Adler  American, Philosopher

 

**Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.
**Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from
    the flame of separateness.
**Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.
**Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone
    sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
** The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you,
     not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet
     somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
** This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred
     veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally,
     to take a step without feet.
Jalal ud-Din Rumi

(picture from internet- Raja Ravi Varma’s Love Letter)