Love Is
Love is..
Alas, people believe in stories and lies.
They insist on the book written in disguise.
I am tired of teaching what the truth is.
How can you see the truth with those blinded eyes?
A thousand stories, and none make any sense.
The burning bush that was talking so intense.
Many thousand years have passed, and we still kill;
The seekers of heaven spend at great expense.
If you want us to see his beloved face,
the things we seek should be love, beauty, and grace.
Polish your own mirror until you see love.
The truth is love, the God is love, you embrace.
If you see beloved lover that you seek,
The love will be the language that he will speak.
Make your heart as the target for love and peace.
Without love, the strongest person is so weak.
9/6/16 Haloo
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016
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