Worshipper of Love

I, a long forgotten tune; you, a melody sweet and bold How will then our reunion be in this splendid world One is a jewel in the crown, the other dust –no worth One is the shinning star in horizon, the other part of earth How to meet the endless yearnings of my brainless heart It forsakes all that I urge and I decry its part Priests and preachers are men of vision; I regard them right I am a humble worshiper of love; with them, I have no fight In vain are, the prudence and vision, casting their glow and light Cloaked in the darkness of ones deeds, life is a moonless night Darkness is casting its shadow on life, but why Yamin, complain Love, fragrance and colour fade out and not life-long sustain