Time whizzes by and I, I write of glimpses I steal
Thursday, December 27, 2012
To one who asks me what is love
I
have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
then...be patient...then.
- Rumi
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