I say your name, Beloved,
And it escapes in a strangled cry,
Choking on the yearning to see
Your beautiful eyes once more.
My lifeless, empty gaze
Searches for your presence everywhere, Beloved,
But the void you left behind is just so
Tangible.
The tears that flow from my eyes
Are bitter with separation and sadness,
Why do you not come, Beloved,
So your honey-like voice can sweeten them?
But in my dreams, Beloved!
You are there, your hands in mine,
Your perfect voice, like nectar,
Passing through my ears and into my soul.
And when the true lovers speak of you,
Every moment seems endless.
I sit silently,
Wanting each word to last a lifetime.
The voice the says your name in my heart
Must be His voice, Beloved,
For I can hear your name in echoes,
And my smiles never cease.
But when your name is formed
By my own unworthy lips,
I feel as if I could crumble
Under the weight of sadness.
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Letters to my Beloved
PoetryLove is the only thing everyone knows, yet no one can define. It brings searing pain, but heals better than any medicine. I always speak to my Beloved, whoever that may be. It may even be you, sometimes. So walk with me, with every step we'll feel s...
