Valentine
A feeling that hurts
Yet it is solace
The pivot of mysticism it is
The reason of tears
The cause to live
The path to the Absolute
Yet it is a lane filled with thorns..
Saints have thrived
Others lost their identity
The beloved remained a shadow
A rainbow with attractive colours
Mystics praised it without knowing it
It is assumed that love has a form
Or is love nothingness in itself
Lovers feel proud to possess it
Yet it escapes like the unfaithful shadow
Chase me it says
Hold me in your palm if you have the guts..
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