That place were oratory fails,
groaning and utterances prevails.
Love so boundless,
of the next person I am clueless.
This relationship is endless,
Singing the song of the spirits
and dancing to the rhythm of angels.
The place of the deep;
such a connection.
A date with the immortal;
drinking not from cups but portals.
Oh! fountain of living waters,
in your presence nothing else matters.
Not to talk about the tables scattered,
you made a ridicule of time.
In your word I saw my agenda- lame,
my filth I saw bare.
And with your grace I didn’t care:
should we talk about the consuming fire or the refiner’s fire?
Condensing my short comings,
your glory I saw.
The aura of your presence overwhelming,
I couldn’t but fall in love every single moment.
This was supposed to be my waiting;
but I found myself loving.