I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
For the love reigns in stones
With the back pushed towards the lover
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
But help me love on the shores of Nile
I know the secrets of love but,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
In line 8, did you mean 'soul' instead of "souls"? That's the only correction I'd make. A good poem nonetheless.
Actually it depicts the individuality....by this I actually mean that my soul is broken into pieces .....The soul breaks when you are at the peak of LOVE.....and that what I m trying to visualize...
SOULS
Oh I see. It just confused me with "souls spills". Maybe 'souls spill' would read better. Anyway, best to you.☺
Is this a song already available over internet or you written this.👍
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