Love is one of the most powerful tools

O, Love will live in this life forever,O, no matter what thou willeth sayeth of Love,Here I saith to thee, Love is mysterious.And I do think that Love is victory,Because Love live in this life forever,Felt my heart, if you are forever inLove can makest ye an immortal person. ©Ismael Mansoor

Words of Love’s Imagination

Once a time when I wrote this book,I was desperate to love a woman,Or I was longing for her to love me,So I went out too far to imagine,And then words expressed out of me,But this book I wrote was second-language,Yes, second English language. Perhaps you would find those words in this book,Too much loveContinue reading “Words of Love’s Imagination”

Surreal sonnet

To subjects, love has given a self-loving feel.O, sure love is, the lovers of self-lovingTo the shown where love is hiddenOr to be shown where love is invisible.To this loving wonder of self-wondering;That might love what self-loving could feel.At first in character of lover is doing love,Show self-wondering love in some impossibility,Even love burning beyondContinue reading “Surreal sonnet”

Words of Love’s Imagination

Once a time when I wrote this book,I was desperate to love a woman,Or I was longing for her to love me,So I went out too far to imagine,And then words expressed out of me,But this book I wrote was second-language,Yes, second English language. Perhaps you would find those words in this book,Too much loveContinue reading “Words of Love’s Imagination”

Words of Love’s Imagination

Once a time when I wrote this book,I was desperate to love a woman,Or I was longing for her to love me,So I went out too far to imagine,And then words expressed out of me,But this book I wrote was second-language,Yes, second English language. Perhaps you would find those words in this book,Too much loveContinue reading “Words of Love’s Imagination”

REflecting her inner

Yet so amazingThat your look is heavenThat whispers to my head,The gentle of the adorableOf the Miracle’s sweetnessThat flows to me like water,So neatnessThat your felt sounds riverOf the special-feeling of hopeThat lily is in my heart soLovely so great vibe soFaithful sweetness hope! © Ismael Mansoor

Love is not biased

Thy love is thine understanding how much is in thy heart,But the love itself is the understanding of the one,How can thee walketh in the love’s shoesIf ye say you love thy family, but not some of your friends,How can thine relatives love thine cow while you slaughter them?Ye say to me, thou art hunger,Continue reading “Love is not biased”