To Wed or Not to Wed?

Upon the bustling market square,
Where sun beat down with fiery glare,
A Dervish sat in silent grace,
A wise old soul with weathered face.

A young man, heart filled with despair,
Approached the Dervish, gold to share,
'Oh, wise one, grant me counsel true,
My heart is torn, my soul askew.

I love a maiden, bright as day,
But doubts within my soul sway,
To wed or not, I cannot tell,
Oh, wise one, break this magic spell.'

The dervish, calm, with eyes so deep,
In silence watched the youth to weep,
'Do not wed, young man,' he spoke at last,
'The answer lies within, you'll see it fast.'

'But why, O sage, why would you say,
To shun the love that lights my way?'
The dervish smiled, a knowing gleam,
'If you truly desired, you'd wed, not dream.'

The youth looked down, his eyes grew dim,
The Dervish's words, a guiding hymn,
Lit up his soul, a spark so bright,
Revealing truth, a guiding light.

To wed or not, the question lies,
Not in the words, but in the eyes.
For love's true voice will always speak,
And in its presence, hearts will seek.

So heed your heart, your soul's true guide,
For love's true path will never hide.
And if love's flame within you burns,
Then surely, true, your heart discerns.