Endless Love

I speak frankly and applaud the sorrows,
My love for your Lord is as much as mine.

I am a bird of prey from a life before. How do I fly?
How do my wings betray the animals?

I have angels now, they experience the flight
From heavenly places, from heaven’s gates.

The death of hours is the shade for reclining,
I am in my grave from too much death, too many angels.

I am a slave for medicine and law, the exact happiness
So defined by the laws and principles to foreshadow me.

Love’s tavern experiences me with woes of passion,
I drink from divine springs of endless torrents.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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