Love like soft rains caressing

the edges of fragile temples

When you are near.

Colors of the universe blooms

brighter than Eden,

When you are near.

In the stillness of heartbeats, in awe of you

Drinking from your cup

Of the lovers love presence

We have become satisfied mirrors.

a perfect mirror of goodness; Reflecting

unparalleled beauties of


O’ infinite friend of the friendless wayfarers

Please, come home. Come home!

Come home to our homeless hearts and souls,

Of February longing hearts, Of shattered dreams and turmoil

O’ come, my gardener

Your flower child awaits you. In longings of February.

“Take me with you, and we’ll run away; be my king and take me to your room. We will be happy together, drink deep, and lose ourselves in love. No wonder all women love you!” (Song of Songs‬ ‭1:4‬ ‭GNTD‬‬)

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