O God!
Make this heart sleep for some time
It tortures me so....never letting me unwind
Always thirsty...always longing
Seeking forever...always throbbing
I am tired...need some rest
From a state of being obsessed
Always burning...it will burn out
Just want a gentle love thats devout
God said!
You dont realize but you are already blessed
Being thirsty is sign of being possessed
By me
This longing should be the source of all that
You do
Without passion you will be dead and flat
So breathe passion
And never go to sleep, your candle should always burn
Always smell its incense and beat the drum
And I will always be inside you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very soothing poem TO, such lovely words. Wonderful to speak to God and get a divine answer. Blessings. Love Ernestine XXX