Some of me is here,
the rest of me stayed behind,
it lingered with you.
Now some of me pines,
longs for what is most of me,
come see me one day.
Adapted from Mahmoud Darwish:
فبعصي لدي، وبعضي لديك
وبعضي مشتاق لبعضي
فهلا أتيت؟محمود درويش
Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul,
May keep the path, but will not reach the goal;
While he who walk in love may wander far,
Yet God will bring him where the blessed are.
Henry Van Dyke
From: The Story of the Other Wise Man.
The Gift of the Magi and Other Christmas Stories – O. Henry
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A split second glimpse
shatters my outward resolve
My soul is still yours !
I see it is you,
less with my senses but more
in my every cell
My heartache revives,
for a brief chance encounter
a lifetime of loss.
Don’t tell me how I should love, and how I shouldn’t.
Don’t seek my love then reject its frank expression.
Don’t tell me I should love the postman instead.
My heart will never be yours to command, when it never even listens to my honest pleas.
Love is a master like no other, defies the free will of mortals.
Love falls, like death, like fate..
And wherever it casts its shadow, no blade of grass will grow.
I am just a watcher in the semi-dark, waiting out this endless eclipse.
Love wouldn’t be true if it was given in exchange or expectation of anything in return. To love is to give of yourself freely and generously, not expecting even to be loved in return.
For your eyes what my heart suffered and what it will,
And for love what is left of me and what is gone.
I have never been one to let love into my heart,
But whoever gazes into your eyes can’t help the fall.
Adapted from a poem by the Arabic poet Al-Mutanabbi:
لعينيك ما يلقى الفؤاد وما لقي
وللحب ما لم يبق منى وما بقي
وما كنت ممن يدخل الحب قلبه
.ولكن من يبصر جفونك يعشق