How I Love
Searching for a beloved unseen brings my eyes tears The winds that reach them make them feel naked in these years Each personality is connected to my heartstrings and they each play a different tune My heart is harboring and protecting fourteen different ways of love and I won’t let it stop
Muhammad lets this heart settle in oceans he brings He soothes its questions with no repercussions He lets this heart speak always even if this heart is not always there He is Muhammad and he owns this heart and for this I am happy
Fatima shares this hearts’ sadness and burdens She does not let it stay stuck under its fetters She stands inside it with the doors closed asking for this heart’s forgiveness She spends her time ensuring that I’ll be with her in the next lifetime
Ali leaves this heart dazed and always craving for more If he gives this heart one, this heart will ask for two more Ali gives anyways, but this heart promises that it’s only selfish with him He can’t be, yet he is and so this heart is in constant realizations
This heart feels the beat Hassan plays and is comfortable As strong as this heart is, Hassan keeps it afloat in its weakness This heart doesn’t doubt him, Hassan is what keeps this heart patient And all knowledge of politics is derived from his meticulous actions
This heart hurts at the mention of Hussain but is still uplifted His love doesn’t die, so Hussain didn’t, he lives I can show you, just give my heart time to show you his connections This heart does not give up on him, he is Islam’s message
And Ali Sajjad, my heart needs you more than speech to know or blood to pump If it weren’t for you, this heart would’ve remained hallow You brought a love here that is new and that only renews It gifts me with love for My Lord, because your love came with words poured
This heart calls to al-Baqir for any semblance of reasoning O’ Baqir any knowledge my heart is immersed in is because of you Your love for knowledge is my love for you, please accept it If this heart is wrong, fix it and it’ll be on its way
Sadiq, your sciences cannot overburden this heart, keep teaching me This heart only likes solitude so it can absorb your discoveries Keep this heart as your beloved student though it is much too slow Because Sadiq, if you don’t teach me, I don’t know who will tomorrow
This heart keeps Musa away from the world’s gaze to keep him close It loves and cares for him too much, it won’t let him go When it tries to calm its palpitations in his mention, it doesn’t work For Musa is held far too dearly for any interceptions between us
Ridha shows this heart its direction even when it thinks he’s lost too For this stranger, nothing can be too strange so he accepts this heart’s love-Knowing it is full of flaws in past and to come, he does not leave me He is here for me just as I try to be for him with love in my hands centuries later
Jawad, you’ve taught this heart how to stay obedient while lonely So how can this heart try now to make you at ease and happy? You’ve shown me a way to be and this heart softens Because even as an orphan, you are a father to every heart you caress
It is Hadi who guides me in moments of harm and duress But this heart does not worry, it knows that he knows best This heart would love him even if he were not to know, regardless Hadi plays a beat in this heart that keeps it finely tuned to the love of this family
This heart loves another Hassan but different than before For this heart learns how to stay patient even when rights are violated Same name as al-Mujtaba and similar story but this love is distinct and different This heart knows of no other way to behave other than to just love him
And in love there is a beloved but this one I cannot see Mahdi is the love my heart anticipates daily I love him through love of the thirteen before him And I caress and learn from him as I do from those before him
This is how I love, for my heart cant explain it better Maybe with some Divine Inspiration later, it might be heavier But for now I love them with what I know and how I know And may they accept the ounces that toward them flow
