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Music of Love
- Music of Love -
There is music within my soul; that played not, not so very long ago…
Now, I cannot stop the symphony, nor stem this rhythmic cacophony!
In the storm of every note, I am swept away to a realm I did not know,
Now so familiar is that land to me, that no other shore would I rather see.
By virtue of this fairest whirlwind, I have looked deeply into Paradise…
Now, I find it lacks description, for what is beyond the senses hath none!
If I were to ascribe it a true name, then Love would have to so suffice…
Ah, little men and women, ye cannot know what for me hath now begun!
Can I capture this moment in verse, to capture the feeling for eternity?
Nay, for how could I do justice to the wonder of this most blessed reality!
Discordant is life for all who know not the wonder of Love’s harmony…
But I move with the music; I ascend, to mount the storm of my destiny!
If I were to give Love a name, it would rob her of all her secret mystery,
So I shall be most discreet, and never shame the honor of Love’s dignity…
Love is a Goddess, and I am the faithful servant ever at her beautiful feet.
I cannot refuse her anything, for the music plays on within her soft eyes…
Love is a Maiden who comes to hear the music of my flute most sweet.
I am the Divinity who plays, that she may dance beneath these azure skies…
Yet ever there is the music, for she is the music and the music is Love!
Ever I am entranced, seduced by the siren sound of her voice’s melody…
I am called away, to her, and I obey: like an angel called back above.
Ever I come, and ever I am content to go to my Heaven, so very happily!
Eyes: see not, for save the beauty of her, there is no beauty to compare…
Ears: hear not, for save the music of her, there is no music so glorious fair!
Tongue: utter not, save of her praises, for none more worthy do exist…
Heart: beat not, save for her alone; no greater reason for lift is, than this!
If Love is life, aye, then indeed life is but little without her, of all worth,
For the only real worth be with Love, and the compassion of her being…
The gentlest of all beings is she; that fair bringer of my most merry mirth,
Without whom, I never could have laughed again, in my sadness unseeing.
Fie on all sadness now, for I have found so much joy of which to sing!
Let birds take flight, let butterflies flit, and let every angel thus take wing.
What I sing of Love herein, is enough to fill Creation, and every things…
And so to her music I sing; I play, and so to her music I greet each day,
Whether by mine ancient flute, or some medieval lute, I sing and I play!
And in Love’s name, known only to myself alone, do I so devoutly pray.
Pure of heart, I piously pray, I sing and I play into the day, in such a way!
In celebration of my mirth, in jubilation at my rebirth, all such can I so say:
Praises be unto Love, all praises be unto the only mistress I shall obey!
How lucky am I to be so worthy to receive from her, her undying favor,
For which I stand forever by her side; my willing spirit shall never waver…
Tireless as a knight, obedient as a slave, I am content to her glory savor!
The bonds of Love are no bondage, but bliss unto which she doth deliver.
Mine heart is pieced by Love’s arrows; shot with such a skillful archery!
Love is the Divine Muse and Inspiration that stirs the very soul of poetry.
There is music within my soul; that played not, not so very long ago…
Now, I cannot stop the symphony, nor stem this rhythmic cacophony!
In the storm of every note, I am swept away to a realm I did not know,
Now so familiar is that land to me, that no other shore would I rather see.
By virtue of this fairest whirlwind, I have looked deeply into Paradise…
Now, I find it lacks description, for what is beyond the senses hath none!
If I were to ascribe it a true name, then Love would have to so suffice…
Ah, little men and women, ye cannot know what for me hath now begun!
Can I capture this moment in verse, to capture the feeling for eternity?
Nay, for how could I do justice to the wonder of this most blessed reality!
Discordant is life for all who know not the wonder of Love’s harmony…
But I move with the music; I ascend, to mount the storm of my destiny!
If I were to give Love a name, it would rob her of all her secret mystery,
So I shall be most discreet, and never shame the honor of Love’s dignity…
Love is a Goddess, and I am the faithful servant ever at her beautiful feet.
I cannot refuse her anything, for the music plays on within her soft eyes…
Love is a Maiden who comes to hear the music of my flute most sweet.
I am the Divinity who plays, that she may dance beneath these azure skies…
Yet ever there is the music, for she is the music and the music is Love!
Ever I am entranced, seduced by the siren sound of her voice’s melody…
I am called away, to her, and I obey: like an angel called back above.
Ever I come, and ever I am content to go to my Heaven, so very happily!
Eyes: see not, for save the beauty of her, there is no beauty to compare…
Ears: hear not, for save the music of her, there is no music so glorious fair!
Tongue: utter not, save of her praises, for none more worthy do exist…
Heart: beat not, save for her alone; no greater reason for lift is, than this!
If Love is life, aye, then indeed life is but little without her, of all worth,
For the only real worth be with Love, and the compassion of her being…
The gentlest of all beings is she; that fair bringer of my most merry mirth,
Without whom, I never could have laughed again, in my sadness unseeing.
Fie on all sadness now, for I have found so much joy of which to sing!
Let birds take flight, let butterflies flit, and let every angel thus take wing.
What I sing of Love herein, is enough to fill Creation, and every things…
And so to her music I sing; I play, and so to her music I greet each day,
Whether by mine ancient flute, or some medieval lute, I sing and I play!
And in Love’s name, known only to myself alone, do I so devoutly pray.
Pure of heart, I piously pray, I sing and I play into the day, in such a way!
In celebration of my mirth, in jubilation at my rebirth, all such can I so say:
Praises be unto Love, all praises be unto the only mistress I shall obey!
How lucky am I to be so worthy to receive from her, her undying favor,
For which I stand forever by her side; my willing spirit shall never waver…
Tireless as a knight, obedient as a slave, I am content to her glory savor!
The bonds of Love are no bondage, but bliss unto which she doth deliver.
Mine heart is pieced by Love’s arrows; shot with such a skillful archery!
Love is the Divine Muse and Inspiration that stirs the very soul of poetry.
Published 23rd Mar 2013
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24th Mar 2013 9:06am
Thank you, dear Grace. Ah indeed, love has been the music on which I have been enchanted and delighted of late! And what better way to celebrate the joy within, than by penning beautiful poetry to share with the world without? *Giggle* :)
25th Mar 2013 8:58pm
26th Mar 2013 5:49am
Yeah, that's a beautiful painting of the Hindu god Krishna (or Vishnu) combined with his female aspect or Shakti. Being Transgender, I find it to be a remarkable depiction of a divine being as something not confined to a single gender! :D
