Love the Beloved without desires

Let love bloom when there’s no ground 
The leaves shall leave as soon as seasons end 
The fruits shall be taken by strangers 
Hunger must be fed 

Holy love with earthly strifes 
The sweats become the signs of breathing 
With borrowed air 
Let love bloom when there’s no passion
In longing, nothing’s balanced
Nothing so fair 

Time will leave 
And so will your heart 
When love blooms, others will take the fruit
Keep some for your prodigals

-Saint