How can I deny?
Oh I truly love thee
My heart is overflowing
With Sweetest, deepest love.
A love you don’t need
So you can’t have it
For your vessel is not pure
Pure enough to contain ambrosia.
My heart is like a beehive
Filled up and pouring
The nectar is dropping down
Drop by drop like molten gold.
To have it make your heart yearn
That fire of yearning will purify it
Then collect these drops and drink
Or else forget it, its not for you.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
1 comment:
The heart can never lie, can it?
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