To my Max...

[amatullah]

Love, the strength of it

Grasps the heart, as if

To keep it from

Its rhythm

But love does not wish to do so.

Its abundance fills the heart,

Waiting for expansion

And as it grows,

So does the capacity for love

Love begets love.

The Moon, in her radiance,

Never thought to look for The Source.

It is love,

Love,

Love.

And now that she’s found it

She

Comments

[najwati]

ameen...
:o)

[tayseir]

Nice... you have a way with words, mashaAllah.

[anonymous]

ameen.

-a