If There's Love

If there’s love, let it be beautiful, tender, chaste,

fearless, unafraid

Its unceasing flow gush through every crevice, every chink,

No bridge will hold, certainly not for the world to walk.

When the lips quiver in vulnerability,

And the eyes shine like amethysts,

Not the finest silk can mask the storm whirling within,

Let it rage, let it rain,

The newborn does not know a smile from a cry,

It just longs to be held, to be cooed to,

The mother can shy away, shush the child,

But can she in all her love, make the cries go away?

Such is the travesty of tenderness that even the strong are afraid,

And rightly so,

For, love is like the wild wind, untamed, unfathomable,

It has a child’s feet, running directionless…

If there’s love, let it be beautiful, tender, chaste,

fearless, unafraid,

Else, let it slip away, for it's anything but that.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof