a love poem

love's desire

love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
but if you love and must have desires,
let these be your desires:

to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night

to know the pain of too much tenderness.

to be wounded by your own understanding of love;

and to bleed willingly and joyfully.

to wake at dawn with a winged heart

and give thanks for another day of loving;

to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

to return home at eventide with gratitude;

and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips

Kahlil Gibran