My soul hastens to leave this world
Do you not know why?
It is a spirit in love with its Creator.
A love so pure, so intense,
Yet so painful…
My heart struggles with the separation
Lamenting each moment,
Hoping, praying, weeping,
And how is it that…
My soul visits You in the night,
While my body is left behind in this world, still?
Inconsolably, I bath myself in tears,
Abashed, humiliated, enduring,
From a sensation that is an endless mystery
For one word called LOVE.
The world is a prison for those who are in love…