The Fire of Love

The fire of love burned through my heart,

Its flame turned both my night and day to ash.

I sought no water, made no cry—

For love’s fire is sweeter than the garden’s bloom.

Let the world chase dust and gold,

My heart is set on the Friend alone.

In His glance I lose myself—

And there is no joy like that loss

The one I love is hidden in my heart,

A secret flame that never dims.

The world may look and never know

That all I am is love for Him.

No need for robes or showy signs—

His name alone adorns my soul.

I wander like a beggar outwardly,

But inside I hold a king’s whole world.

Love has stripped me of all disguise,

It tore away my name and pride.

I am no longer this or that—

Just dust that dances in His light.

The world sees me as lost and poor,

But how could they ever understand?

To be emptied for the sake of love

Is to be filled by the Divine hand.

I drank the cup of love one night,

And woke to find the world had gone.

The mountains, stars, and sky dissolved—

Only the Beloved shone.

I do not ask for heaven’s wine,

Nor gardens filled with spring.

One drop from His eternal cup

Is more than everything

There is no mirror like love, my friend—

It shows you what you truly are.

Not the robe, nor beard, nor prayer,

But the hidden soul beneath the scar.

Love strips away the false and vain,

Revealing only what is true.

When I saw myself through love,

I disappeared—and only God I knew

I speak no words, yet love speaks loud,

In every breath and tear I shed.

His silence sings inside my chest—

A thousand verses left unsaid.

The world may write a thousand scrolls,

But they will never match this sigh.

One whisper born from love’s true ache

Is more than all the scholars’ cry.

They call me mad, and yes, it’s true—

I’ve lost my sense to love’s command.

I roam the hills in rags and dust,

With nothing in my hand.

But what I hold within my chest

Is more than kings will ever own.

For hearts that burn with love for Him

Are thrones not made of stone

A single glance from Him was all

It took to set my soul alight.

Since then, the stars have seemed like dust—

And day has looked like night.

What spell was cast, what light was shown,

I cannot ever say.

But from that gaze, my heart was seized

And never looked away.

I belong not to tribe nor land,

My homeland is the heart of love.

I wander free from pride and flag,

Guided by the stars above.

Let others seek their name and place,

I seek the place where lovers dwell.

There, even silence speaks of Him,

And every breath becomes a spell

I placed my head upon the ground

Where once His holy feet had passed.

In that dust I found more joy

Than gold or glory ever cast.

If loving Him means losing all,

Then let me lose and lose again.

I’d trade a thousand lifetimes here

For one true moment in His flame

The line between the two is thin—

Between the lover and the known.

So deeply did I seek my Lord,

I found that I was not alone.

His love became my every breath,

Until no “I” remained to see.

And when the self dissolved at last,

He looked—and saw Himself in me.

They count their wealth in coins and land,

I count my wealth in love alone.

A glance from Him has made me rich,

While kings still sit upon cold thrones.

Let me remain a pauper here—

As long as love keeps me warm.

I fear no hunger, cold, or pain,

For I am sheltered by His form