Though They Were Not Gods

When it's love nothing should come in between, Love needs a complete exposure nothing should remain unseen, Close so close that the lovers listen to the music of the hearts An art that is creator of all the fine arts, The eternal beauty is dissolved in the eternal wine They drank it and their ecstasy became an enshrine All the senses are basically a sense of a touch They never saw Him but they felt Him so much That their senses witnessed the eternal beloved They loved Him and in return they were loved Loved so much that they were believed to be God For me a mirror in that I see a virtual image to nod.