Torment not the heart
When you profess knowing me
In all splendour
That I granted you in favour
So you may travel the distant
Worlds and find solace
In love uncharted, yet within
The uncounted days
You count them like coins
In a jar, counting as if
The coins be hardened
Like mountains of Qaf.
Torment not the heart when
You wonder why I never
Called when contemplating
You shudder at the thought of
Never belonging to one safe I,
Yet you crave understanding, you
Crave belonging yet you
Spike your words with
Much disdain hoping much
That I would smile and bring
You in, like a vagrant in need
Of shade.
Torment not what you do not know,
And splice not the heart
That has surrendered itself to one.
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