Beloveds
I have a thousand.
Lover,
I can have but One.
Flesh and blood,
for all the temptation it carries
is always too weak
too mean to live up to the expectation it creates.
Love, I must
for that is my raison-de-etre;
but give me the power
O Ultimate Beloved,
to expect love from none,
but You.
- Owais
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