It is not love

When a person tell you,

to be his only his,

but refuse to ask your wali,

for a proper blessing,

my sister,

that is not love.

When you spend hours on the phone,

arguing who hold the greater love for the other,

but neither of you remind each other,

to spend at least a small part of your time,

for the One who created love,

He is the Lord that you should love most,

my dear,

that is not love.

My friend,

please remember this always,

it is not love,

when it put Allah in second place,

it is not love,

when our deen is against it,

it is not love,

when once you lost it,

it left you with nothing to hold on,

other than some painful memories.

Love is cruel

My heart holds the deepest love for you,

but my lips are entirely sealed,

as I also love this friendship,

and worries a confession might destroy what we have,

but without my realization,

I parted myself from you,

too scared that you, my friend,

might sense the feeling I had for you,

and terrified you might not love me back,

thus, I end up here,

so numb and speechless,

watching you from afar,

and still wondering,

what if love was not so cruel?

and leave our friendship alone.

O heart

O my tender heart,

listen to me and listen real close,

stay put and knows your right,

have you not know,

he is no yet yours,

and you are not yet his.

If you already knew,

then why are you still fleeing to him,

when that is only allow,

after a proper vow,

so be patient my dear heart,

till that day come,

at which he is truly yours.