Do hearts burn?
Yes, in smokeless and flameless fire!
With this pain of burning,
I am in love beyond relief;
What shall it turn me into?
The fire of love consumes me,
Beyond belief into ashes,
From which I, like a phoenix, arise;
With this pain, I am intimate,
With my Love, beyond belief;
Your presence is closer to me,
Without any exaggeration,
Than my eyesight;
Your presence is my life indeed
beyond doubt;
Your absence is my real death!
Your breath is in reality my own breath;
Caught in love's snare I can't free myself;
Your absence is my real death!
I won't get free from love's snare,
As long as I am under my Love's gaze;
I burn, Return, I burn.
MyKoul
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