Love

Something so divine can never be my doom,
something so pure and sanctified, can never undo,
all that I am, by love, is grown
to magnanimity, to everlasting bloom.

I am no fool here, not even blind;
all my senses are awake; and my mind
is in tune with my spirit, purged, purified,
by this heart’s desire fulfilled, this soul’s thirst satisfied.

Pity those that think love isn’t strength,
may mercy pull them out of their chaotic labyrinth,
may they see that love is the only blessing sent,
without prejudice and judgment, to both sinner and saint.

Love isn’t weakness, nor fragility, but the sweet
purpose of each soul that on earth does meet –
for it is better to die of love and wake in it,
than to die of life and forever, remain asleep…

© Dark River, a deluge of poetry – Isha Garg