In re: Gibran on Love

i submit myself to love’s threshing floor
and i am yours to knead as you please
i bleed willingly and joyfully for you
and i wake at dawn everyday
feeling the misery of being without you
but i give thanks for another day
of being able to love you
in the middle of the day i pause
and think of you
and meditate on your love’s ecstasy
when i lay down to sleep
it is your name that I silently whisper into the night
you are my heart

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