Weary of Love

Weary of Love

I grew tired of love

It had become my refuge and escape,

A longing I once pursued.

Then came femininity and crowned beauty,

Pure-hearted, an endless hymn.

You surprised me with your radiant presence,

After silence had settled in my bed.

I confronted the night each passing evening,

Sleeplessness sighing beside me.

Then it spoke a truth

"I am the dark night,

You only see beauty in me

Through the lit candles.

You, always still,

Never striving to shine.

Life is a pursuit, a desire,

For those who seek love

Today, I see your face illuminated,

Lights rejoicing in your attire.

When the candles lit,

I saw a butterfly dancing around you,

Yearning for your presence.

I found beauty,

The dance of butterflies,

All seeking you.

You have changed,

Now your nature is captivating.

With love, we revive;

With life, we trade.

When she approached me,

Her lips adorned with smiles,

Fragrant with amber.

I said, "Welcome, my beloved,

The joy of my heart,

The paradise of my state.

You were once my thought,

A dream I envisioned.

Today, you reside in the heart of a lover,

Questioning the past.

Why the distance in the early days?

She danced, adorned herself,

Paused before speaking,

Perhaps to ignite my longing

With the sweetness of her song.