When you ask me
how deep is my love for you
oh, Love, I lose my way instantly –
since love is fathomless
and all its measures countless
like drops in an ocean
or stars in the sky.
My restless heart, instead, tells me
to just savor the luscious glory
of the last kiss on your lips.
Oh, how my heart has skipped
a thousand beats
in eternal expectation of you.
Unquenchable like the thirst
of a parched desert,
love flows into infinity –
weaving me to
people near and far;
driving my soul
to unending corners
of the cosmos;
rhyming me into a whirling dance
for something
much higher, nobler
and inexpressibly beautiful.
Such is the power of love
that it knows no ebbs
when you are away
and when our arms intertwine.
Oh Love, my love runs
as deep
as your loving heart
and it rages
as fiercely
as my wild heart.
Ali Imran is a Washington-based journalist, who has worked for leading world news organizations as correspondent, expert and in editorial positions. He is a published author and poet.
