I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
My well is dry today. I wish I had more to give you. I find myself desiring shelter. Today I must be strong, and find shelter within. Here is some poetry of Rumi, songs to the Beloved.
In your light, I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.