I Am The Fire Of Love Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I feel you—
a fire burning in
the hidden chamber of my heart,
flame without smoke,
eternal, unbound, alive.

Love drips in your golden light,
dances, sways, flows—
weaving the veils between worlds,
breathing truths that shimmer beyond sight.

You lift me from the dust of earth to the stars,
warm me through the chill of endless night,
unfold your blazing cosmos before my eyes.

I watch you burn—
no serpents coil in your smoke,
no walls of flame to blind—
only your untamed, radiant fire,
the secret pulse of creation itself.

The same fire that once ignited
the hearts of Leila and Majnun,
Shērēn and Farhad—
timeless, eternal, divine,
singing the hidden hymn of the cosmos,
undimmed by centuries, untouched by time.

Love Fire,
I feel you, I watch you, I breathe you—
your rhythm thrums beneath my skin,
your blaze flows through every vein,
awakening the hidden spark within me.

Do you not hear it?
The silent chant of atoms,
the murmuring of stars,
the pulse of being itself?

I am the flame.
I am the spark.
I am the fire of love,
rising, burning, infinite—
the eternal witness to the mystery,
the heartbeat of the unseen,
the soul of all that is.

—September,4,2025