Lover of Lovers

O lover of lovers
I have drunk from thy cup of wine and soaked my soul in intoxication.
Who cannot but crave thy beauty, whose face humbles the hungry eye?
O lover of lovers
Thou has pushed me off the ends of the earth and has left me falling
Clothing me under thy cloak of velvet, removing the cloak of pride.
O lover of lovers
Thy heart must be elated
For I sway in ultimate bliss, whilst in my hands embracing the cup of sweet, sweet wine.
Thy heart must be one that cannot forgive the drunkard
Because with every sweet sip, I float in ecstasy and remain in oblivion 
O lover of lovers
Your touch is one I cannot fathom
What else can grip the wrists with such ease that no struggle can let free?
That soft embrace and tempting stroke bewilders every fiber and tousles every strand of hair
Entwining my vulnerability and encompassing my awareness.
O lover of lovers
How can I bask in thy light and not be sun-kissed by thy tender complexion?
Nay, your love cannot be as blinding as they say
For they have not seen your radiance, which only true lovers can witness.


O lover of lovers
Woe unto me, for the day I accepted thy sweet bribe.

~Fatima~