"Sweet Pain, Sacred Knot" (The Unsolved Riddle of My Love)
Introduction : Love is not always roses and joy — sometimes it is pain, sometimes it is silence, and sometimes it is an eternal question that refuses to be answered. This poem is a reflection of my own journey through love: its sweetness, its fragility, its mystery, and the way it shapes a soul forever. It is written from the heart, and every line carries the weight of my personal experience.
"Sweet Pain, Sacred Knot"
(The Unsolved Riddle of My Love)
I was a restless shadow beneath the city sky—
a laughing boy in Islamabad, running by.
Life was a playground, careless and free…
until love’s arrow found, and silenced me.
Then one day I saw you—my world turned;
my childish ways into ashes burned.
Since that moment, you became my flame…
my life was never again the same.
Your love has made me strong yet weak—
a warrior’s heart, and a silence meek.
I feel so free, yet a prisoner too…
for my heart is locked inside of you.
I stay quiet—though my silence speaks;
love beyond words is the bond it seeks.
Even the pain in your love is sweet…
sweeter than honey, impossible to beat.
Your love is a flame that will never die—
an eternal fire burning in the sky.
With every second it only grows…
through time’s harsh winds, it always glows.
Mountains may crumble; rivers may dry,
seasons may fade… and stars may die.
But your love stands, unbroken, whole—
a mirror that reflects my soul.
Your love feels endless, like rivers flow…
a star still burning from long ago.
Yet questions haunt me, deep inside—
where truth and illusion often collide.
Is your love eternal, or just memory’s game?
Is it the truth—or a sweet-sounding name?
Are we mortals, with love that will never decay…
or only a dream that will vanish away?
These questions cut me with tender pain—
but I hold the wounds, and not complain.
For the sweet ache of your love I keep…
even if it makes my spirit weep.
When I look in your eyes—I see the skies;
the galaxy shining, where eternity lies.
I feel a fairy is standing near…
a mystical presence, holy and clear.
Even in quarrels, you never speak—
yet somehow it’s always your side that wins.
Your fragile love, more than glass or wings…
is the most precious of all earthly things.
It is the bridge into your soul’s deep land—
the hidden garden, carved by God’s hand.
Your love moves in circles, never straight lines…
desire and memory in endless designs.
Was it accident, choice, or written fate?
Did I choose you—or your love choose me?
I do not know, but I will not flee…
for I accept you, early or late.
I accept your problems, your doubts, your pain—
the sweet wounds carved, that forever remain.
And I pray to the Almighty, night and day…
to make us one, in the truest way.
Let us finally tie the sacred knot—
let us be husband and wife, as we ought.
Build our future with love’s pure light…
and let our souls be bound so tight.
Let us be husband and wife at last;
future built strong, forgetting the past.
In every prayer, my heart will cry—
“Ameen, O Lord, hear this lover’s sigh.”
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Author’s Note (Summary of My Love) :
My love, Mary — before I met you I was just a random kid playing in the playgrounds of Islamabad: silly and mischievous like any other child. Then one day I saw you, and since that moment you became the center of my life; your love has changed me a lot.
From the day I met you I feel stronger yet still vulnerable to your love. I feel free even though I know I’m imprisoned in your heart. I stay quiet, but my silence speaks, because true love communicates beyond words; even the pain in your love is sweeter than honey.
Your love is a flame — an eternal flame that will burn forever in my heart and grow with every second. Time may crumble mountains, and the sun may dry the rivers, but your love stands unbroken; your love will survive forever.
It feels like an unsolved riddle I want to solve, like a star still burning though its light is ancient, like a river flowing endlessly. Every time I think of you, questions come to my mind that no one can answer: is your love truly eternal or only an illusion carried by memory? Is your love the truth or a sweet deception? Are we mortal lovers with an immortal love?
Those questions cut deep, but I like to live with these wounds and the sweet pain your love gives me. Your love is a mirror reflecting my soul, a rare flavor no one else has tasted, and when I look into your eyes it feels like gazing at the closest view of a galaxy.
Each time I see you I feel a mystical presence; when I argue with you you always win without speaking. Your love is fragile — more than glass, more than the wings of a butterfly — and that fragility is what makes it precious.
Your love alone builds the bridge into the hidden garden of your soul. Perhaps the best part is that it knows no straight line; it circles — desire, joy, longing, memory, dream — again and again. Was our love an accident, a choice, or fate? Did I choose your love, or did your love choose me?
Either way I accept you with all these questions, with all your problems, and with all the sweet pain your love gives me — and I pray to the Almighty to let us tie the knot and make us husband and wife. Ameen.
Disclaimer :
This poem is a work of personal expression, drawn from my own experiences with love, longing, and the mysteries of the heart. It is not a universal truth, but rather my truth, written in poetic form. Please do not misuse, misinterpret, or take these words out of their intended context.
Every line carries deep emotion and meaning that belongs to my own journey. While you are welcome to read, share, and be inspired, I kindly ask that you respect the originality of this work and avoid plagiarism or false claims of authorship.
This poem is not meant to offer advice or guidance — it is simply a reflection of my feelings. Treat it as art, as poetry, and as a window into one man’s heart.
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