Profound thoughts, as usual. Love is indeed not for the faint of heart. It rips us to shreds, then sits back and laughs until it cries.
O’ Seeker of secrets
Traveller of the untrodden path
Do not retreat in your footsteps
When you face the cruelty of Love
Love does not announce her presence
She forces you to seek door to door
Until you discover her hiding place
And understand her priceless worth
Love comes in the darkness of the night
Splashing water on those who sleep
This is when she undresses
Long before the rooster crows
Love ties knots inside your stomach
The Lover loses pleasure of food
For pleasures act as dusty veils
Blanketing the beauty of Love
Love carries an axe and hammer
Tearing apart all that you know
Your foundation must be broken
So you may be resurrected anew
Love has many stages
Blocked by obstacles of fire
Your dirt calls for purification
If you wish to climb her ladder
Love pushes you to your limits
That moment you scream no more
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