There Is Nothing More That I Wish For, Than To Hold You In My Arms Mi Amor

Grabbing the amber rosary Rumi had left behind, I thanked God over and over again for giving me a true companion and prayed that his beautiful soul would never sober up from the drunkenness of Divine Love.

Let my heart tell you, "I love you", a hundred thousand times, every time a different nuance, a different color, a different sound.

e.v.e.

[text ID: tweet by rhiannon mcgavin that reads, “why wouldn’t i include the moon in all my poems? that’s my friend”]

"I have never loved a man as I love you, and I never shall again."

— Apsara Menaka

Menaka's Choice, by Kavita Kané

नैनों से बहते मेरे नैना

जुदाई को सहते मेरे नैना

Word deceive me, as I drown in the depths of your moonlight eyes.

I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.

I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.

And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Shams smiled fleetingly. “Every man has a degree of womanliness inside.”

“Even the ones who are manly men?”

“Especially those, my dear,” Shams said, garnishing his words with a wink and dropping his voice to a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

—The Forty Rules of Love

Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.