God my witness be,
Love too is not enough for me;
Comes another spring
After this autumn blossoming.
Thou art in my sight,
Else how see I the light;
Thou art in my brain,
Else why were I insane?
At dawning flame
To Thee it came
Swiftly, with eyes all blood
And cheeks all tear-bedewed.
I am o'erwhelmed in the sea
Or whirling fantasy;
The torrent bears me down;
In the sea I drown
My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn; whatever
~ Jalaluddin Rumi
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