The Angels Are Weeping
Love used to feel so proud
It shined and gleamed with its own glory
Love felt its strength
Love trusted this strength
But then love was shot by bolts of lightning
Love could not understand what was happening
Love went on its own way
Letting the Beloved regret his loneliness
Love was torn apart
So much that even the angels wept
Dark and gloomy was the whole of the Universe
Why, it felt its own burden weigh down on itself
Love no more wants to be united with the Beloved
Love does remember its past
But love shoulders scars
Scars which are not healing
Love enjoys its solo ride
Love enjoys its selfishness
Love has had its rays multiplied into zillions
Now, love flows, free and fair, in all the air
Love stays at hand, waiting for whoever wishes to grab its hand
Love feels happy
But the angels do still weep
For the Beloved has turned into a dull and morose statue of matter!
The angels do still weep
Even if love flows freely over them
The angels do still weep
Pray, they ask, when shall love have a change of heart?
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