Holy Love

I am enormous. I myself find it difficult to endure my heat let alone the world. I lose my individuality every single night.

Still, I am hope. I am love. I am light. I am worshipped. I am needed. I am life. I am Eternal. I am the Sun.

She is invisible in my presence. She has got spots. She is cold. She has no individuality of her own.

Still, she is the lover of every heart that longs for love. She is beauty. She is desired. She is watched. She is the Moon.

My strength is her weakness. My energy is her light. With me she is beautiful, without me spotted. It is only in my absence she could be appreciated.

We cannot be together. We separate or disappear so that the other one is valued. People like it that way. Luckily if we come out together the holy site is termed as an eclipse and considered inauspicious.

The distance between us is limitless yet nothing depreciates the fondness and respect we have for each other.

She is aware, she is nothing without me. But I am aware she is loved more, appreciated more, desired more.

I go back every night to let her rule the world, while she remains invisible to let me show my supremacy.

The moment we come together we both lose our powers and become bad omen. So we don’t!

Sometimes no matter how much our heart yearns for, some things are just not meant to be, and, for the sake of other, we sacrifice and adjust. This is selfless love. This makes us what we are today, this unites us with God.