After suffering through years of solitude, a seeker pleads for the sweet honey of Affinity to be poured into their heart.
Everything has a limit:
Climb stops at the summit.
Tasbih! I have cried enough,
Now I deserve to laugh
Your love made me mad:
Return senses I had.
Separation won pity:
Sit beside to arouse envy.
I burnt like coal
In the furnace of thought
Now foster my deeds
In the garden of action
You shun the beauty that
On the street parades,
Modesty alone grants
Your heart solace
Pour into my heart
The honey of Affinity
No more can I bear
A tavern empty
July 24 2004. Edit March 2023
