I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.
— Rumi

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.
— Rumi

Then

He said: I am a bad man. She said: No! No!!! No, you are a good man. You are a good, wonderful man. That’s who I see. Believe me. Please.


Now

She wonders: Was he right?

Then

He said: I am a bad man.
She said: No! No!!! No, you are a good man. You are a good, wonderful man. That’s who I see. Believe me. Please.

Now

She wonders: Was he right?

Like closing one’s eyes to resist light, It was a knowing she pushed away: he was barely any of the wonderful things she believed him to be.

Like closing one’s eyes to resist light, It was a knowing she pushed away: he was barely any of the wonderful things she believed him to be.