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I Thought I Knew Love
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A Poem
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I thought I knew love before you,
Oh, how wrong I was.
If that was love then,
What is this now?
Only God knows.
But maybe it’s not love.
For that is an overused concept-
What do you call devotion of the heart?
The ache of the body when lacking this?
I might not know the love others speak of,
But I know you.
Enough, you are, for me to fill every page of every book.
Many might say that this is love true.
But those ‘many’ know not of this.
How can they when they know of you not?
They don’t know this yearning that hurts and heals in tandem.
Can’t understand the taste that lingers on my tongue at your name.
Or the dread of knowing death will end this,
Even if for a second in eternity.
You are not the love of my life.
You are the life I love,
The death I am promised.
And every moment in between.
Some say they know of love.
But do they know of this?
For this is far better.
Too good to pen.
Too few to name.
Too much for a single heart to hold, you gave me yours too.
And even then, this feeling cannot be contained to these vessels-
It overfills and pours into my soul too.
I try to name this,
But I can only think of you.
وَٱللَّهُ جَعَلَ لَكُم مِّمَّا خَلَقَ ظِلَـٰلًۭا وَجَعَلَ لَكُم مِّنَ ٱلْجِبَالِ أَكْنَـٰنًۭا وَجَعَلَ لَكُمْ سَرَٰبِيلَ تَقِيكُمُ ٱلْحَرَّ وَسَرَٰبِيلَ تَقِيكُم بَأْسَكُمْ ۚ كَذَٰلِكَ يُتِمُّ نِعْمَتَهُۥ عَلَيْكُمْ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُسْلِمُونَ ٨١
