To what season could I metaphor this pain to?
Whilst the heart roars, yet lips seal silent, ‘lone.
Drained; of hearing such speech thou all do;
As ‘winters shall pass and in spring new seeds grown’.
Tell me! Of something new, I seek
That shall soothe mine soul and heart.
Alas! This is how the world
Is designed, perhaps to be;
In pain we arrive, and in pain we part.
Were spirits free from tests and mess,
No soul would seek peace.
Were loneliness not a gift of life,
No soul would know Thee.
Like a broken vessel holds no water or dreg,
The broken heart would hold no world or desire.
Let Thine Love seal mine broken heart, I beg;
Like water soothes over fire.
O Beloved Hearer of hearts,
Hitherto, I thank ye smugly;
For allowing those to break mine heart
Thus taking me back to Thee, warily.
Deeming I won’t again leave thee.
Even if so; if ever we grew apart,
Then to again let thee, willingly,
Allow them to break mine heart.