These are the matters of the heart,
which should not be told...
Speech is at times false,
To use such an
infamously corrupt medium,
for such a true love
is to make the love seem impure,
like putting pure wine
in a dirty vessel...
But don't be disheartened,
for there are other ways
For the existence knows
your love,
and it will communicate..
each bird will carry your message
in it's song..
your love will dissolve like color
in the waters of rivers and reach
your beloved..
your singing thoughts will
evaporate into the vastness of the
space and land like a loving butterfly's
touch while she is sleeping,
on her nose (the center of her face)
and will contemplate on her face
all night, every night...
-Manan sheel.
which should not be told...
Speech is at times false,
To use such an
infamously corrupt medium,
for such a true love
is to make the love seem impure,
like putting pure wine
in a dirty vessel...
But don't be disheartened,
for there are other ways
For the existence knows
your love,
and it will communicate..
each bird will carry your message
in it's song..
your love will dissolve like color
in the waters of rivers and reach
your beloved..
your singing thoughts will
evaporate into the vastness of the
space and land like a loving butterfly's
touch while she is sleeping,
on her nose (the center of her face)
and will contemplate on her face
all night, every night...
-Manan sheel.
Very beautiful song, Manan. ����
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