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| *** { A Love Story } *** |
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| thezman |
| 02/02/05 at 21:52:04 |
| Bismillah Salam Alaikum; A lonely Moth towards the Light made his Flight In his Love for the Candle faced his Plight. Flying to the Fire would bravely display His love for the Candle in his own way. Hovering around the Flame in love's name He played a risky game, no one to blame. Noticing Candle's Tear's, he just had to ask I am the one in love, why this Tearful Mask? Don't you see, I am the one burning his Wings? Yet for love, to his Life, no Moth Clings. You don't need to Shed Tear's for my Life In this love, my only Hope is my Strife. The Candle steadily Burnt with Constant Flame Amazed at the Ignorant Moth's lack of Shame. Since the day my sweetheart left my Wax Separated and apart, I can not Relax. This Flame that you see upon my Head Is the Fire that my love's light may spread. To the whole World, my Honey perhaps by chance May see my longing, in a distant glance. You may fly, Hover, even singe your Wing I will stand on Fire, bearing it's Sting. Love is not to frit and fret and display Love is to quietly burn Night and Day. Love is not to burn a Wing and then fall Love is to be on Fire standing tall. You may burn your Wing, yet you'll never know What it means to burn from your Head to Toe. Fault me not if I shed a Tear or two. It is for my Sweetheart, not the likes of you. At this point, the gathering stirred about The hostess, with a blow, put the Candle out. The smoke rose from the blackened wick Spreading it's Odor throughout, quick. The candle with a quiet sigh simply said: 'Though my light is out, my love is not Dead The smoke that is coming from my Head Is Aroma of my love that I spread.' 'Then I just will sit here, patiently wait For the next Night's gathering, and my Fate. This may give me a chance with the Flame's Dance To shine my light for a glance, my Dream Romance.' 'I'll continue this till the End of my Time Spread my love to every land and every Clime. Either with my Beloved become one Or spread so far and wide, till I'm Done.' This was Candle and Moth's love story A tale of Bravery and quiet Glory. True love is not for the strong and the Brave True love is Lasting, Testing to the Grave. In your life, if it is love that you must Taste Patiently, quietly burn, make no Haste. If it's the Ocean of love you must Sail Be willing to Navigate and then Fail. because love has no Size and no Form Be willing to lose your Ship in the Storm. Fi Amanillah Ziad |
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