To love or not
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To love or not
Love has many definitions.
I followed all of it step by step.
But my heart was tiny enough to carry all of it.
I had to leave some.
Some chose to leave me.
But it was always about
To love or not.
Carrying the sacred most
I chose to leave all behind.
Not sure of what the destiny had for me
I kept walking slow and steady.
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But it was always about.
To love or not.
Hoping to get the love unfulfilled
Opened my arms and closed my eyes
But love was just a mirage.
A delusion of my eyes and soul.
My perturbed heart kept asking
To love or not.
Blinded with pain I went to my Lord
Submitted my soul, cried out my heart.
Seeking God's love is soothing and
Seeking creation's love is hurting
Craving creation's love bleeds the heart.
Loving the creator brings along the love of his creation.
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