His love is like a sweet poison, She said.
The sweetness is too much to handle,
So much so that it becomes a poison when He's not around,
Burning Her heart,
Making Her yearn
Making Her heart scream
Making Her limbs tremble,
Making Her tears gush like a river,
Making Her life sweetly miserable.
BINABASA MO ANG
Lālasāmayī
Poetry"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original posi...