Is it that my heart is so big that I love everyone and not anyone in particular?

Or is it that my heart is so small that I can't love even one with all my heart's fervour?

I'm not the stories that I write

They flow of their own might

carrying a sparkle of what

you may call 

my life

Beyond Lamentation

 Beyond lamentation 

Every little joy

Twinkles like a star 

Every other sorrow

Mine I consider

Beyond lamentation

In every  other eyes

I see love

And my heart 

Becomes a mirror

Beyond lamentation

I sense every other error

To be pardoned

For like me they are

Lagging in their learning

Beyond lamentation

I realised the agony

caused in me

Took beginning

Somewhere in me

Beyond lamentation

I revel in the bliss

That sorrow brings

And I perceive the presence

I AM in everything

 Here a void in my heart,

I open my eyes to the darkness

Albeit slowly I perceive 

my heart isn't really empty 

the darkness also

has secrets for me to see

 What is so much about loving others and seeking love? Isn't it about Respecting others and being Respected? Isn't it that love happens in divine timing ?