The love-stricken poet pleads with the beloved to arrive before the “Terrifying Summon.”
You may disbelieve my tale of woes:
Love steals a lover’s senses,
Confuse fact with fantasy;
‘Tis the fault of love’s ecstasy
Hey beloved.
If ever I gain my senses
Unveil shall I the secrets
Till then come to me soon-
Or a little more than soon!
Come as quickly as you can
Before the Terrifying Summon!
March 7 2024 | Shaban 26, 1445
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.