Dearest Love.! Poem by Khano mecca themeli

You are truly cruel, wrapped in deceit, and cloaked in disappointment.
You bring tears to the kind and pure-hearted, stealing away their joy.
You are a gentle breeze, blossoming like a flower about to bloom—so beautiful and welcoming.
But why don't you remain that way? Why must you strip the heart of its dignity when you depart? Why are you so merciless?

Dear Love, billions sing your praises, and yet thousands offer conflicting explanations of who you are.
Why do you cause so much pain? What led you to make the heart your home?
Is it because you know how vulnerable we are when it comes to you? Or because the heart is where you feel safest?

You are like the rain longed for in times of drought—a savior to those whose hearts are wounded.
But when you begin to change, we are left confused, losing faith in our hearts. We ask ourselves questions we can't answer—Isn't love supposed to be good? Why me?

Be the guide you once promised to our forefathers, the bearer of joy. Let your reputation of peace and happiness shine.
Do not be like the sun that comes and goes—stay. And when you stay, don't be like the moon that gives only a little light—be the sun itself.
Don't you see that when you leave, you hurt us? At least with the sun, we know it will rise again tomorrow.

Will you still visit the wounded heart? And when you return, what will you say to heal them?
Dear Love, hear my cry—let it not be just for me but for the nation.
When you stay, stay.