I Could Say

A poem

I could say I have 
loved you for centuries
But I fall short of age 
for such a claim.
I haven't even lived two full
decades of this life—
Perhaps
I loved you
for years, is what 
I should say!
Maybe not each moment, 
but in the moments,
In silent intervals, 
I have loved you 
wholly.



I feel almost foolish
talking about love,
yet no other word 
feels as true.
One which flows 
effortlessly
when I write...
I wonder, can I do justice to
what I call love?




Can words ever bear
the weight of
this feeling?
They can touch but
never fully hold you.
Words have sought
you from the
beginning,
from the first moment 
you were felt, but they fall
short in completing you.



              Perhaps this love,
                      incomplete in words,
                            finds its fullness 
                                   only in Him.



Even the heavens and 
the earth feel burdened 
by love's weight,
yet the One who created them
is the source of Love—
Al-Qayyum, The Sustainer,
holding it all,
instilling it in His creation.



 It's Love
 for His sake,
that returns to 
Him,who sustains its 
weight, bestows it with true 
meaning, transcending all reason.