Not bound by flesh, nor fleeting passion's sway,
This love resides where mind and spirit meet;
It lifts the soul beyond the common day,
And finds in thought a rhythm calm and sweet.
No touch, no kiss, can claim the depth it holds,
Nor mortal hours define its quiet power;
It grows in questions that the heart unfolds,
A flame that burns through reason's careful tower.
In every truth we seek, our hearts align,
A sacred union of the thought and soul;
Through contemplation, love becomes divine,
A force that guides, and yet keeps us whole.
So let the world its shallow pleasures prove—
Ours is the boundless realm of mind and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem