Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
And right doing, there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
The world is too full to talk about.”
“Love is the Water of Life
Everything other than love for the most beautiful God
Though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
To advance toward death without seizing
hold of the Water of Life.”
“I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
A house of love with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than Venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.”
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.”
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.”
“I want to see you.
Know your voice. Recognise you when you
First come around the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips, then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
When I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper
“more”
“I said to the night,
“If you are in love with the moon,
it is because you never stay for long.”
The night turned to me and said,
“It is not my fault. I never see the Sun,
how can I know that love is endless?”
“Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
Having died of self-interest,
She risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause, God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.”
“Last night you left me and slept
your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn
and turn. I say,
“You and I will be together
till the universe dissolves.”
You mumble back things you thought of
when you were drunk.”
“You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing Your Praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart!”
“The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can’t know
by reasoning.”
“If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.”
“I am only the house of your beloved,
not the beloved herself:
true love is for the treasure,
not for the coffer that contains it.”
The real beloved is that one who is unique,
who is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one,
you’ll no longer expect anything else:
that is both the manifest and the mystery.
That one is the lord of states of feeling,
dependent on none;
month and year are slaves to that moon.
When he bids the “state,”
it does His bidding;
when that one wills, bodies become spirit.”
“Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
with beauty.”
“If you are seeking, seek us with joy
For we live in the kingdom of joy.
Do not give your heart to anything else
But to the love of those who are clear joy,
Do not stray into the neighbourhood of despair.
For there are hopes: they are real, they exist –
Do not go in the direction of darkness –
I tell you: suns exist.”
“I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment, I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.”
“Love isn’t the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers.
The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.
Don’t ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.”
“A lifetime without Love is of no account
Love is the Water of Life
Drink it down with heart and soul!”
“I want that love that moved the mountains.
I want that love that split the ocean.
I want that love that made the winds tremble.
I want that love that roared like thunder.
I want that love that will raise the dead.
I want that love that lifts us to ecstasy.
I want that love that is the silence of eternity.”
“My love, you are closer to me than myself…
You shine through my eyes,
Your light is brighter than the Moon…
Step into the garden so all the flowers…
Even the tall poplar can kneel before your beauty…
Let your voice silence the lily famous for its hundred tongues,
When you want to be kind…
You are softer than the soul…
But when you withdraw…
You can be so cold and harsh.
Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious…
But when you meet him face to face…
His charm will make you docile like the earth,
Throw away your shield and bare your chest…
There is no stronger protection than him.
That’s why when the Lover withdraws from the world…
He covers all the cracks in the wall…
So the outside light cannot come through,
He knows that only the inner light illuminates his world!”
“This is how I would die
into the love I have for you:
As pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight.”
“Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic’s ear
the secret is no secret at all.”
“Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.
Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.”
“A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the veranda,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.”
“You are my wine, my joy,
My garden, my springtime,
My slumber, my repose,
Without you, I can’t cope.”
“When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.”
“Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I
sing those words.”
“First, when I was apart from you,
this world did not exist, nor any other.
Second, whatever I was looking for
was always you.”
“Don’t go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing I don’t see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon,
be that with me. Be the rose
nearest to the thorn that I am.
I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
in the arc of your mallet when you work,
when you visit friends, when you go
up on the roof by yourself at night.
There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street
without you. I don’t know where I’m going.
You’re the road, and the knower of roads,
more than maps, more than love.”
How long wilt thou dwell on words and superficialities?
A burning heart is what I want; consort with burning!
Kindle in thy heart the flame of Love,
And burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.
O Moses! the lovers of fair rites are one class,
They whose hearts and souls burn with Love another.
The souls love-moved are circling on,
Like streams to their great Ocean King.
Thou art the Sun of all men’s thoughts;
Thy kisses are the flowers of spring.
The dawn is pale from yearning Love;
The moon in tears is sorrowing.
Thou art the Rose, and deep for Thee,
In sighs, the nightingales still sing.
“Love Sounds the Music of the Spheres”
O, soul, if thou, too, wouldst be free,
Then love the Love that shuts thee in.
‘Tis Love that twisted every snare;
‘Tis Love that snaps the bond of sin;
Love sounds the Music of the Spheres;
Love echoes through Earth’s harshest din.
The world is God’s pure mirror clear,
To eyes when free from clouds within.
With Love’s own eyes the Mirror view,
And there see God to self akin.
“Love’s Desire”
Show Thy face, for I desire the orchard and the rose garden;
Ope Thy lips, for I desire sugar in plenty.
O sun, show forth Thy face from the veil of cloud,
For I desire that radiant, glowing countenance.
“Earthly Love and the Love Divine” by Rumi
‘Twere better that the spirit which wears not true Love as a garment
Had not been: its being is but shame.
Without the dealing of Love there is no entrance to the Beloved.
‘Tis Love and the Lover that live to all Eternity;
Set not thy heart on aught else; ’tis only borrowed,
How long wilt thou embrace a dead beloved?
Embrace the Soul which is embraced by nothing.
What was born of spring dies in autumn,
Love’s rose-plot hath no aiding from the early spring.
“This Is Love”
This is Love: to fly heavenward,
To rend, every instant, a hundred veils.
The first moment, to renounce Life:
The last step, to feel without feet.
To regard this world as invisible,
Not to see what appears to one’s self.
“O heart,” I said, “may it bless thee
To have entered the circle of lovers,
To look beyond the range of the eye,
To penetrate the windings of the bosom!
Whence did this breath come to thee, O my soul,
Whence this throbbing, O my heart?”
“The Beloved All In All”
My Soul sends up to Heaven each night the cry of Love!
God’s starry Beauty draws with might the cry of Love!
Bright sun and moon each morn dance in my Heart at Dawn:
And waking me at daylight, excite the cry of Love!
On every meadow glancing, I see God’s sun-beams play;
And all Creation’s wonders excite the cry of Love!
I, All in All, becoming now clear see God in All;
And up from Union yearning, takes flight the cry of Love!
“The Music of Love”
Hail to thee, then, O LOVE, sweet madness!
Thou who healest all our infirmities!
Who art the Physician of our pride and self-conceit!
Who art our Plato and our Galen!
Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven,
And makes the very hills to dance with joy!
O lover, ’twas Love that gave life to Mount Sinai,
When “it quaked, and Moses fell down in a swoon.”
Did my Beloved only touch me with His lips,
I too, like a flute, would burst out into melody.
When the Rose Has Faded
When the rose has faded and the garden is withered,
The song of the nightingale is no longer to be heard.
The BELOVED is all in all, the lover only veils Him;
The BELOVED is all that lives, the lover a dead thing.
When the lover feels no longer LOVE’S quickening,
He becomes like a bird who has lost its wings. Alas!
How can I retain my senses about me,
When the BELOVED show not the Light of His countenance?
“O Love, Love, and Heart’s Desire of Love!”
Israfil of the resurrection-day of Love!
Love, Love, and heart’s desire of Love!
Let thy first boon to me be this:
To lend thine ear to my orisons,
Though thou knowest my condition clearly,
O protector of slaves, listen to my speech.
A thousand times, O prince incomparable,
Has my reason taken flight in desire to see thee,
And to hear thee and to listen to thy words,
And to behold thy life-giving smiles.
Thy inclining thine ear to my supplications
Is as a caress to my misguided soul.
The Silence of Love
Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at the last he is drawn to the KING of Love.
However much we describe and explain Love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But Love unexplained is better.
The Religion of Love
The sect of lovers is distinct from all others,
Lovers have a religion and a faith of their own.
Though the ruby has no stamp, what matters it?
Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.
“Love More Than Sorrow and Joy”
Come then, O Lord!
Who art exalted above description and explanation!
Is it possible for the bodily eye to behold Thee?
Can mind of man conceive Thy frowns and Thy smiles?
Are hearts, when bewitched by Thy smiles and frowns,
In a fit state to see the vision of Thyself?
When our hearts are bewitched by Thy smiles and frowns,
Can we gain Life from these two alternating states?
The fertile garden of Love, as it is boundless,
Contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.
The true lover is exalted above these two states,
He is fresh and green independently of autumn or spring!
Pay tithe on Thy beauty, O Beauteous One!
Tell forth the tale of the Beloved, every whit!
“The Torch of Love”
“Moth- like he has seen the blaze of the light,
And fool-like has plunged therein and lost his life.”
But the torch of love is not like that torch,
‘Tis light, light in the midst of light,
‘Tis the reverse of torches of fire,
It appears to be fire, but is all sweetness.
“The Sea of Love”
Mankind, like waterfowl, are sprung from the sea—the Sea of Soul;
Risen from that Sea, why should the bird make here his home?
Nay, we are pearls in that Sea, therein we all abide;
Else, why does wave follow wave from the Sea of Soul?
‘Tis the time of Union’s attainment, ’tis the time of Eternity’s beauty,
‘Tis the time of favour and largesse, ’tis the Ocean of perfect purity.
The billow of largesse hath appeared, the thunder of the Sea hath arrived,
The morn of blessedness hath dawned. Morn? No, ’tis the Light of God.
“The House of Love”
This is the Lord of Heaven, who resembles Venus and the moon,
This is the House of Love, which has no bounds or end.
Like a mirror, the soul has received Thy image in its heart;
The tip of Thy curl has sunk into my heart like a comb.
Forasmuch as the women cut their hands in Joseph’s presence,
Come to me, O soul, for the Beloved is in the midst.
Romantic Rumi Love Poems
“My Body Is Like the Moon” by Rumi
My body is like the moon, which is melting for Love,
My heart like Zuhra’s lute—may its strings be broken!
Look not on the moon’s waning nor on Zuhra’s broken state:
Behold the sweetness of his affection—may it wax a thousandfold!
“The Beauty of the Beloved” by Rumi
O Beloved, spiritual beauty is very fair and glorious,
But Thine own beauty and loveliness is another thing.
O Thou who art years describing Spirit,
Show one quality that is equal to His Essence.
Light waxes in the eye at the imagination of Him,
But in presence of His Union it is dimmed.
I stand open-mouthed in veneration of that beauty:
“God is most great” is on my heart’s lips every moment.
The heart hath gotten an eye constant in desire of Thee.
O how that desire feeds heart and eye!
‘Tis slave-caressing Thy Love has practised;
Else, where is the heart worthy of that Love?
Every heart that has slept one night in Thy air
Is like radiant day.
“The Journey to the Beloved” by Rumi
O lovers, O lovers, it is time to abandon the world:
The drum of departure reaches my spiritual ear from heaven.
Behold, the driver has risen and made ready his files of camels,
And begged us to acquit him of blame: why, O travellers, are you asleep?
These sounds before and behind are the din of departure and of the camel-bells;
With each moment, a soul and spirit is setting off into the Void.
From these inverted candles, from these blue awnings
There has come forth a wondrous people, that the mysteries may be revealed.
A heavy slumber fell upon thee from the circling spheres:
Alas, for this life so light, beware of this slumber so heavy!
O soul, seek the Beloved, O friend, seek the Friend,
O watchman, be wakeful: it behoves not a watchman to sleep.
“The Beloved Compared to a Sweet Garden” by Rumi
“We bow down our heads before His edict and ordinance,
We stake precious life to gain His favour.
While the thought of the Beloved fills our hearts,
All our work is to do Him service and spend life for Him.
Wherever He kindles His destructive torch,
Myriads of lovers’ souls are burnt therewith.
The lovers who dwell within the sanctuary
Are moths burnt with the torch of the Beloved’s face.”
O heart, haste thither, for God will shine upon you,
And seem to you a sweet garden instead of a terror.
He will infuse into your soul a new Soul,
So as to fill you, like a goblet, with wine.
Take up your abode in His Soul!
Take up your abode in heaven, O bright full moon!
Like the heavenly Scribe, He will open your heart’s book
That He may reveal mysteries unto you.
“The Love of the Soul and the Love of the Body”
The Love of the soul is for Life and the Living One,
Because its origin is the Soul not bound to place.
The Love of the soul is for wisdom and knowledge,
That of the body for houses, gardens, and vine-yards;
The love of the soul is for things exalted on high,
That of the body for acquisition of goods and food.
The Love, too, of Him on high is directed to the soul:
Know this, for “He loves them that love Him.”
The sum is this: that whoso seeks another,
The soul of that other who is sought inclines
“Wonders I Have Seen” by Rumi
No joy have I found in the two worlds apart from thee,
Beloved.
Many wonders I have seen: I have not seen a wonder
like thee.
They say that blazing fire is the infidel’s portion
I have seen none, save Abu Lahab, excluded from thy fire.
Often have I laid the spiritual ear at the window of the
heart
I heard much discourse, but the lips I did not see.
Of a sudden thou didst lavish grace upon thy servant:
I saw no cause for it but thy infinite kindness.
O chosen Cup-bearer, 0 apple of mine eyes, the like of
thee
Ne’er appeared in Persia, nor in Arabia have I found it.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself;
For in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
O thou who art milk and sugar, O thou who art sun
and moon,
O thou who art mother and father, I have known no
kin but thee.
O indestructible Love, O divine Minstrel,
Thou art both stay and refuge: a name equal to thee
I have not found.
We are pieces of steel, and thy love is the magnet:
Thou art the source of all aspiration, in myself I have
seen none.
Silence, O brother ! put learning and culture away:
Till Thou namedst culture, I knew no culture but Thee.
“Drunk With Love” by Rumi
“I journeyed long time to East and to West,
I journeyed years and months for love of that Moon,
Heedless of the way, absorbed in God.
With bare feet I trod upon thorns and flints,
Seeing I was bewildered, and beside myself, and senseless.
Think not my feet touched the earth,
For the lover verily travels with the heart.
What knows the heart of road and stages?
What of distant and near, while it is drunk with love?
“The Moon-Soul and the Sea” by Rumi
At morning-tide a moon appeared in the sky,
And descended from the sky and gazed on me.
Like a falcon which snatches a bird at the time of hunting,
That moon snatched me up and coursed over the sky.
When I looked at myself, I saw myself no more,
Because in that moon my body became by grace even as soul.
When I travelled in soul, I saw naught save the moon,
Till the secret of the Eternal Theophany was revealed.
The nine spheres of heaven were all merged in that moon,
The vessel of my being was completely hidden in the sea.
The sea broke into waves, and again Wisdom rose
And cast abroad a voice; so it happened and thus it befell.
Foamed the sea, and at every foam-fleck
Something took figure and something was bodied forth.
Every foam-fleck of body, which received a sign from that sea,
Melted straightway and turned to spirit in this Ocean.
Rumi Love Poems for a Wedding
“Thou and I” by Rumi
Happy the moment when we are seated in the Palace, thou and I,
With two forms and with two figures but with one soul, thou and I.
The colours of the grove and the voice of the birds will bestow immortality
At the time when we come into the garden, thou and I.
The stars of heaven will come to gaze upon us;
We shall show them the moon itself, thou and I.
Thou and I, individuals no more, shall be mingled in ecstasy,
Joyful, and secure from foolish babble, thou and I.
All the bright-plumed birds of heaven will devour their hearts with envy
In the place where we shall laugh in such a fashion, thou and I.
This is the greatest wonder, that thou and I, sitting here in the same nook,
Are at this moment both in Irāq and Khorasan, thou and I.
“The Love of the Beloved” by Rumi
No lover ever seeks union with his beloved,
But his beloved is also seeking union with him.
But the lover’s love makes his body lean,
While the Beloved’s love makes her fair and lusty.
When in this heart the lightning spark of love arises,
Be sure this Love is reciprocated in that heart.
When the Love of God arises in thy heart,
Without doubt God also feels love for thee.
“Where Love Is” by Rumi
A damsel said to her lover, “O fond youth,
You have visited many cities in your travels;
Which of those cities seems most delightful to you?”
He made answer, “The city wherein my love dwells,
In whatever nook my queen alights;
Though it be as the eye of a needle, ’tis a wide plain;
Wherever her Yusuf-like face shines as a moon,
Though it be the bottom of a well, ’tis Paradise.
With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven.
With thee a prison would be a rose-garden.
With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,
Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire!”
“Mortality and Immortality” by Rumi
What a Bride is in the soul! By the reflection of Her face
May the world be freshened and coloured like the hands of the newly married!
Look not on the fleshy cheek which corrupts and decays,
Look on the spiritual cheek—may it be sweet and agreeable!
The dark body resembles a raven, and the body’s world winter;
O in spite of these two unpleasants may there be Eternal Spring!
“From Description of Love” by Rumi
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at the last he is drawn to the King of love.
However much we describe and explain love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But love unexplained is clearer.
“Love Endures Hardships at the Hands of the Beloved” by Rumi
Through love bitter things seem sweet,
Through love bits of copper are made gold.
Through love dregs taste like pure wine,
Through love pains are as healing balms.
Through love thorns become roses,
And through love vinegar becomes sweet wine.
Through love the stake becomes a throne,
Through love reverse of fortune seems good fortune.
Through love a prison seems a rose bower,
Without love a grate full of ashes seems a garden.
Through love burning fire is pleasing light,
Through love the Devil becomes a Houri.
Through love hard stones become soft as butter,
Without love soft was becomes hard iron .
Through love grief is as joy,
Through love Ghouls turn into angels.
Through love stings are as honey,
Through love lions are harmless as mice.
Through love sickness is health ,
Through love wrath is as mercy,
Through love the dead rise to life,
Through love the king becomes a slave.
“Love Generates Love” by Rumi
The heart of man is like the root of a tree,
Therefrom grow the leaves on firm branches.
Corresponding to that root grow up branches
As well on the tree as on souls and intellects.
The tops of the perfect trees reach the heavens,
The roots firm, and the branches in the sky.
Since then the tree of love bas grown up to heaven,
How shall it not also grow in the heart of the Prince?
A wave washes away the remembrance of the sin from his heart,
For from each heart isa window to other hearts;
Since in each heart there is a window to other hearts,
They are not separated and shut off like two bodies.
Thus, even though two lamp-dishes be not joined,
Yet their light is united in a single ray.
No lover ever seeks union with his beloved,
But his beloved is also seeking union with him.
But the lover’s love makes his body lean,
While the beloved’s love makes hers fair and lusty.
When in this heart the lightning spark of love arises,
Be sure this love is reciprocated in that heart.
When the love of God arises in thy heart,
Without doubt God also feels love for thee.
“I Will Cherish the Soul” by Rumi
I am a painter, a maker of pictures ; every moment I
shape a beauteous form,
And then in thy presence I melt them all away.
I call up a hundred phantoms and indue them
with a spirit;
When I behold thy phantom, I cast them in the fire.
Art thou the Vintner’s cup-bearer or the enemy of him
who is sober,
Or is it thou who mak’st a ruin of every house I build?
In thee the soul is dissolved, with thee it is mingled;
Lo! I will cherish the soul, because it has a perfume
of thee.
Every drop of blood which proceeds from me is saying
to thy dust
‘I am one colour with thy love, I am the partner of
thy affection.’ In the house of water and clay this heart is desolate
without thee;
0 Beloved, enter the house, or I will leave it.
“When Man and Woman Become One” by Rumi
Where are “We” and “I”? There where our Beloved is!
O Thou, who art exempt from “Us” and “Me,”
Who pervadest the spirits of all men and women;
When man and woman become one, Thou art that One!
When their union is dissolved, lo! Thou abidest!
Thou hast made these “Us” and “Me” for this purpose,
To wit, to play chess with them by Thyself.
When Thou shalt become one entity with “Us” and “You,”
Then wilt Thou show true affection for these lovers.
When these “We” and “Ye” shall all become One Soul,
Then they will be lost and absorbed in the “Beloved.”
“Love the Source of Light Rather Than Vanishing Form” by Rumi
Whatsoever is perceived by sense, He annuls,
But He establishes that which is hidden from the senses.
The lover’s love is visible, his Beloved hidden.
The Friend is absent, the distraction He causes present.
Renounce these affections for outward forms,
Love depends not on outward form or face.
Whatever is beloved is not a mere empty form,
Whether your beloved be of the earth or heaven.
Whatever is the form you have fallen in love with—
Why do you forsake it the moment life leaves it?
The form is still there; whence then this disgust at it?
Ah! lover, consider well what is really your beloved.
If a thing perceived by outward senses is the beloved,
Then all who retain their senses must still love it;
And since Love increases constancy,
How can constancy fail while form abides?
But the truth is, the sun’s beams strike the wall,
And the wall only reflects that borrowed light.
Why give your heart to mere stones, O simpleton?
Go! Seek the Source of Light which shineth alway!
1. ‘Unfold Your Own Myth’.
‘Who gets up early
to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms …’
This poem has a clever structure. Rumi begins by offering several examples of men – from Christian and Islamic texts – who made important discoveries. For example, when Solomon cut open a fish, he discovered a gold ring inside.
But once he has considered these various stories involving other men, Rumi admonishes us not to be content with other people’s stories, but to unfold our own story or myth. It may not be easy at first: in making this journey of self-discovery, you will become weary and tired. But then suddenly, you’ll make a breakthrough, and it’ll be as though you can fly away.
2. ‘I Am Thine and Thou Art Mine’.
‘Eternal Life is gained
by utter abandonment of one’s own life …’
This is one of the shortest of Rumi’s best poems. The ‘Thou’ whom he addresses is God, so this appears to be a love poem but is actually a poem of spiritual love and mutual devotion.
Indeed, Rumi uses the idea of the passionate lover as a metaphor for God’s committed disciple here, and there is a sense of reciprocity between God and the poet, the poet and God.
3. ‘A Great Wagon’.
‘Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
Seem like rusty mirrors …’
This poem contains some very striking and unusual imagery, as the excerpt we’ve quoted above demonstrates (the writing on the paper puts the poet in mind of the rusty scratches on a mirror, but this simile is itself part of a description of the lover’s face).
The poem unfolds a number of delicate and easily visualised images for the lover, and is among the most tender and passionate of love poems (and poems of seduction).
4. ‘Love Sounds the Music of the Spheres’.
‘The world is God’s pure mirror clear,
To eyes when free from clouds within …’
Much of Rumi’s poetry is about love and about God. These two things are not mutually exclusive in his work, as this popular poem demonstrates.
Love is here figured as a way to come to God, but although Rumi is thinking of religious devotion, his reference to ‘love’ here appears to encompass other kinds of devotion, too: romantic love can also be a way to reach God, a form of worship.
5. ‘The Flame of Love’.
‘A burning heart is what I want …’
In this short lyric, Rumi privileges the burning passion of intense desire over the value of thought or words. Yes: even words can fail, and there’s a time to talk (and to write poems) and a time to succumb to ardent romantic and even sensual desire.
6. ‘The Gifts of the Beloved’.
‘He takes a few drops of your tears,
And gives you the Divine Fount sweeter than sugar …’
Here’s one of Rumi’s best-known religious poems, which begins with an arresting rhetorical question: where will you find someone more liberal than God?
The poet then goes on to list all of the things which God does for the individual – including giving us all a ‘kingdom’ beyond our wildest dreams.
7. ‘A Prayer’.
‘May God have mercy on those who lead the way
and those who come behind and those who fulfil their vows …’
It should come as no surprise that such a religious poet as Rumi wrote prayers, too. And in this short prayer, the poet makes a simple but effective argument: be good to God, and God will be good to you. Show mercy, and God will have mercy upon you.
8. ‘Thou and I’.
‘Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;
In two forms and with two faces – with one soul, Thou and I …’
A garden, birdsong, and a feeling that one will live forever: what better way to convey the joyous paradise that is new love?
Here, the stars in heaven come out so they can look at the two lovers, rather than so that the lovers can look up at the stars. Love makes us feel ten feet tall and immortal, as though the whole world had been designed with us in mind. This poem gives voice to this feeling of elation.
9. ‘Passion Makes the Old Medicine New’.
‘Passion is the elixir that renews …’
We cannot be weary when we have passion. Even the most wearied soul will find itself renewed by the magical ‘elixir’ that is passion: sensual desire and powerful feelings of love. Instead of complaining that we are fatigued, we should seek passion as the ultimate pick-me-up …
10. ‘The Guest House’.
Let’s conclude this pick of Rumi’s best poems with one of his best-known poems: ‘The Guest House’. Rumi uses the metaphor of the human being as a kind of ‘guest house’, which every day must accept new arrivals: joy, meanness, melancholy, and so on.
Rumi’s lesson is that we should welcome and entertain all of these unexpected guests, for they all serve a purpose. Even a flurry of sorrows may arrive with a purpose: to clear us out ready for the arrival of happiness the following day …
My Romana
To just have your breath next to me
knowing your presence indulging my mind and body
Looking into your cheeky eyes with all the promises
with your warm lips and kisses tingling my inner desires
your love overflowed all my lakes of tears from the hardness of life
your let the sunshine into my soul and showed me the path
Thank you – your Mose for eternity.
For Romana
In your eyes I see
the future full of love
full of hope and happiness
full of excitement and achievements
In your mouth I see
the voice of my inner mind
the warmth and most sensual kisses bestow upon man
In your arms
I feel the highest contentment and happiness
with no more longing
the complete security of love
and the sharing of everything with you
in total surrender to our love
This is Just to Tell You
I have tasted your Love from the running fountain of untold Joy and Happiness
I have walked along the beautiful path of paradise holding your hands, intoxicated by the scent of all the exquisite flowers and from looking into your face and smile that daily gave warmth to my soul.
I have swam with you at midnight, with dancing stars and flying bats above our merged bodies of pleasure
I just can’t wait to look into your soul and merge my spirit with yours in eternity.
Mose
Our Loving Walks
(Our Morning Walks in Cap D’Air 2000)
At the first days and months of the new century
Along the water front with the flurry from the waves hitting us and making us wet, the stairs, the Rock and Mala beach
Our walk in Holly togetherness in total love and affection for each other.
The thunder of the unstoppable waves hitting the rocks
Romana dancing in between, in front of me to the sound of the sea and waves hitting the rocks with the gentle breeze flowing around her beautiful body and mind with the golden hair like a halo.
The scent of flowers, the fresh sea wind and glorious vegetation from the gardens.
Romana – You opens the gates to the body and the soul
The long legs, the bended knees with every step, the long legs leading to Heaven, from the hip-socket carrying the trunk above, the breast-bone and full breast, with those unseen kissable nipples.
All in front of me her heel, ankles, leg-fibres, under-leg, long and thin, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg and thighs, with all the shapeliness of her bum/buttocks leading to the wonders of my mind.
A scent of her morning smell, flow by in the breeze, as a new born flower and the white magnolia opening for the day, even better than the smell of a fresh clean baby. I am exhilarated, each breath deep, pure, and sweet, my heart strong and full of love at its most divine moment.
The blond hair flowing down her kissable peach neck and back, sometimes outside a cap, like a young schoolgirl.
Moving those long finger hands, wrist, wrist-joints, the palm and knuckles, those forefingers, finger-joints and long finger-nails – all to an air kiss towards me from those smiling eyes and lips.
Romana encircling me with her arms, the arms of a beautiful warm and strong woman, a loving mother, the arms of a friend and kindred soul mate, the arms of a spirit who opened my body and soul.
For a perfect moment our hearts and our eyes spoke.
Romana dancing and fluttering in the morning breeze, with a twiddle/twirl and twist like the youngest of girls the waves dancing to their own beat from faraway places dancing to please the wind along tossing her head with the golden hair flowing lose around.
The toasted rustic bread with butter melting and our espresso to a new day.
The 88 steps at Eden Palace rock, from Mala beach, counting out loud with the movement of Romana’s beautiful body in all its glory in front of me
Her voice and smiles, the flow and ebb of the sea
the flowers in glowing colours that open with the sense delights
The birds that sings in the loveliest of trees, our magnolia with the strong scent
The clouds that slowly wonders over the mountain high, some lonely until the merge to finally disappear dancing in the little breeze
Another willing and yielding day
The sacred of her body
Her calming and excellence to my soul
I am drawn by her breathing and love flesh swelling red lips touching mine in love hot and enormous
The ripe fruits in the garden on the hillside, where the eyes of the eagle watches over its wanting prey
There the shadows beneath the trees with their leaves dancing in the breeze
I gazed for a moment of eternity with love in my heart and happiness in my mind
There with the loveliest of trees surrounding our glowing hillside
That takes my breath away will these dreams
Our fruit-bearing hills, with figs, cherries, peaches and apricot, not to mentioned lemons, oranges and almonds
with the purple glow of lavender with the dancing butterflies
where the sunlight gleams and dance on the pool water.
Where the bat feeds to the starlight and the moon dancing on the water of the pool
Romana, you brought me the dreams that took my breath away
The flowering Chestnut Tree
The swaying of lavender to the flimsiness of the wind
The twinkle sunbeam among the butterfly’s wings.
My Romana lustrous body, lusty – lustiest of bodies and luscious lips
There with the flowering almond and chestnut trees with the cherry tree to come on to their purple glory
This was my hour of glory in the arms of Romana
I want this moment to solidify forever my/in eternity
By Mose
Did I ever imagine the brain in its folds inside this beautiful skull-frame one day would let her down – no
Now I am a caged bird with broken and bruised wings with no perch around, only the bars to gaze through with my quiet breath to take me into the night of my loneliness of my despair
3rd May 2015
Another Day and Morning Rise
Another Day and Morning Rise
The morning sun opens my day
with a kiss on my forehead
by warm soft lips from a beautiful
female form, divine women, with long legs
stretching out her womanly bare body
in all its glory standing in front of me
surrounded by heavenly scent and expectation
There dances all passion, desires, longings and dreams
reaching an aspiration to the music of heaven
There dance the limitless love, hot and enormous,
quivering jelly of love, white-blow skin
and joyful sensuality
Within me run blood and flow stung,
with love-flesh swelling and
deliciously aching in my manhood
for My Woman
By Mose
Romana you always exuded a fresh fragrance of the flowers of paradise, never really perspired
Romana was a primal force possessed of an indomitable happy spirit and boundless happy energy
For My Woman
My Romana
I tasted in your arms
the fullness of life
you gave me a feast of
delights every day
I drowned all my sorrows
of yesterday years in your
beautiful body and soul
and triumphed
You shined up on the
mountain high
and always danced
to a new mornings
delight and passion
You always gave me joy
and laughter with
happiness beyond all measure
by Mose
The Smell of Calvados
I want to feel your nipples harder
with my whole body throbbing of desire
Looking into your dreary eyes and
my blood beating time with your
I ache to feel myself between your legs
to sense the moistness there and ease
my hardness into you with your grasps
and moans letting my hardness grow
Your squirt of Orgasm
The taste of your Kiss
still lingers on my mind
Last night, ah, yesterday
I felt your lips and mine
bestowing warmth to my body
Upon my mind the kisses
and wine, but I was desolate
and sick of an old passionately
I was desolate and bowed my head
I have been faithful to you
All night upon my heart
I felt your warm heart beat
Night-long within my arms you lay
by Mose
How I miss the femininity, the scent – the smell of My Romana
Every Day Romana and I said to each “When did I last told you that I Love “
Paul Young danced with Romana on the 17.10.99 at the Millennium Hotel, “Every Time You Go Away You Take a Piece of Me with you”
I crave to lick the luscious nectar of your love
You’re ravenous, open-mouthed with you
I crave to lick the luscious nectar of your love,
suck all your love-flesh swelling and glowing
openness from your loosening thighs
and feel your frenzy shudder
the quivering to hear the shriek of total pleasure
The circling rivers of the breath and breathing
it in and out of my mind.
by Mose
Your Lips
Your Lips
All your lips gives such pleasure
When you, at your leisure,
from words that I treasure
Such indulgent, without measure
Than later, the flicker
first slowly then quicker
Addictive as liquor
Still making me thicker
and harder inside you
your mouth open wide with desires wants
the nipples, your breast firm and vibrant
your warm lips surround me
as you ride into exhalation
by Mose
These are poems I wrote to Romana when she still walked this life, taken from the seized laptop
We have a love that was born of chance,
Two hearts that collided due to circumstance.
I was not looking for love when i found you,
I had said never again, but what could I do?
Your loving eyes and caring smile,
Told me you where the one that would go the
extra mile.
Now again I am risking it all for love,
The outcome I will leave to my Father above.
At first I was cautious, not giving you all,
Then slowly you showed me you’d never let me fall.
Now I am yours heart, body, soul, and mind,
A more true or complete love I could never find.
When God sent me you, He sealed my fate,
A life of undying love with you, my soulmate.
You’re part of me
———
Your always a part of me
In every success I make
In everything I do
I always think that there is always you
I couldn’t explain how much I love you
When you asked me why I do
I just don’t know why
But I’m sure I love you
As much as you only knew
You’re always with me
In everything that I do
Through ups and downs
In all trials that comes our way
I know your always there to stay
Though I’m not that matured person
That you want me to be
I’ll do everything to be
I love you so much
And I want to spend my whole life with you.
You are my life, my lover, my friend…
We will be together until the end…
After the end should there be more….
Again I will be forever yours…
Our souls have met and shall be one…
For the rest of our lives we will have fun…
Together as lovers, life partners and friends.
We will be soul mates again and again…
You brought out in me a gift of sweet love…
Reminding me there is God up above…
I see in your eyes, your face and your smile…
That life is a journey that’s really worthwhile…
If my life should end in such a way…
That I can’t say goodbye to you that day…
Know in your heart that we were one…
Forever and a day, unlike none…
Have I Told You Lately
Have I told you lately, that I love you
Have I told you just how great you are?
Your devoted love, compassion and strength
Your demeanour is what I like and adore.
I know situations in my life put you through a test,
And tend to make me a nervous wreck.
But I am truly grateful to have found a friend like you
Who listens to me whether I’m happy, sad or blue.
There aren’t many women like you
You are truly one of a kind.
And I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.
Have I told you lately, just how great you are?
If I didn’t..than let me tell you now,
You are one person my heart truly adores.
You and Me…
That’s how it will be…
For eternity.
Seared into each other’s souls.
Connected mentally and spiritually.
As the soulmates we are meant to be.
No matter how hard we try to fight it…
God’s plan will be…
Lessons taught and lessons learned.
Patient we must be.
You and me…
Destined to be…
Seared together spiritually, mentally
Emotionally, physically…
Throughout all eternity.
We will be…
You and Me.
In your eyes I see
the future full of love
full of hope and happiness
full of excitement and achievements
In your mouth I see
the voice of my inner mind
the warmth and most sensual kisses bestow upon man
In your arms
I feel the highest contentment and happiness
with no more longing
the complete security of love
and the sharing of everything with you
in total surrender to our love
All by “Mose” Mogens Hauschildt
The air awoke to the scent of the flowers
and the noise to the drops of the morning drew
Card to Romana on 7.09.2004
My Love Romana
When you came into my life, 15 years ago today,
My fate was sealed. A life of undying love
with you, my soulmate.
You are part of me and I am of you
A true soulmate
You always will be a part of me
In every success I make
In everything I do, wherever I walk or travel
I always know that there is Romush by my side
In words, I cannot explain how much I love you
You are always with me in everything that I do
Through ups and downs. In all trials, that comes our way
I know you are always there by my side – We are ONE
If my life should end in such a way,
that I can’t say goodbye to you that day…
Know in your heart that we were ONE…
Forever and a day, unlike none.
Have I told you lately, just how great you are?
Your compassion, strength and character.
You are my life, my lover, my friend.
We will be together until the end.
After the end should there be more…
Again, I will be forever yours…..
Yours Soulmate
Mogens ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Come into My Arms
Come into my arms, Romana
when the morning awaken
the air start dancing to the sun
the roses opens to the bees delight
with the jasmine and lilies scents filling the air
and with Amey still dreaming of long walks
Come into my arms, Romana
for me to merge my weak body and infuse my mind
with your beautiful mind and body
and to cherish our souls together
in our heaven of dreams and Love
bound forever to each other in eternity
Come in my arms, Romana
to listen to the leaves of the blooming almond tree
dancing to the light breeze from Corsica
listen to the joy of our violin Romance
exchanging our breath and thoughts
of beautiful moments, of beautiful times
on the mountain in Paradise
Come into my arm, Romana
Let me dry the water,
as pearls drops from your body of Eve
with the bats still feeding high above the pool
listen to the voice singing Besa me, Besa me mutue
with a taste of Armagnac on your lips
and with your eyes sparkling like the stars above
My Love, My life
My Romana
You are my hope
for tomorrow
Our moments together
gave warmth to my heart
In your eyes I see
our glorious past
in our beautiful paradise
I feel the warmth of the sun
upon my frail and cold body
I smell the fragrance and
all the scents from our
garden of paradise
I can almost taste the wine
and hear your laughter
See in your eyes an ocean
of delights and passions
I want to wake to the music
of your body’s moves with
our bodies and souls
entwined forever
among the galaxies
and stars of eternity
A card I wrote to Romana in 1995
My Romana
In your eyes I see
the future full of love
full of hope and happiness
full of excitement and achievements
In your mouth I see
the voice of my inner mind
the warmth and most sensual kisses bestow upon man
In your arms
I feel the highest contentment and happiness
with no more longing
the complete security of love
and the sharing of everything with you
in total surrender to our love
Yours Mose
I am sitting here, Villa les Anges, overlooking this beautiful place and the sea, all these things just comes to my mind, words are flowing and I just write everything down, some sentence do not even make sense to me. – 28th March 2001 in Villa les Anges
When one walk on clouds – there is no parachute
As Man can be – he need his mind
The beauty of this world is forever lost in the clouded minds of man
In this white cloud,
I see wisdom,
Comfort and most of all tomorrow
For us and our children
Below us – Nothing
Above us everything what matters
In those minds, I see wisdom –
In these ways – I see downfall
For those who there are little thereafter – our lives becomes our past without no reservation – We become the future
Above us EVERYTHING
Below NOTHING
Everything is within our mind – not our grasping
To those I have passed – to those I will pass on my way – I greet you – in contempt
There will be moments
There will be pleasure
But never times like these
At times like these – we do not need memories
For those who will become and to those who will never be
There may be time and moment like this – but never this moment, which will remain in your mind forever
This has been a day of remembrance
and perseverance and regret
But also a moment of love and
experience
not to have been said
not to have been told
not to have been enjoyed
Those of us who think we are
Are not, those of us who think we are not – are
It has been left upon man
to do everything upon him
But not what is beyond him
and our world
it is for us to say
and for God to listen
and give wisdom in mind
Thi we were to follow
but never to commit in mind
only in our bodies
it has been left upon thi
not to say
but to show by deeds
I have just read a beautiful poem called Silver, written by Walter De La Mare, nice name. Since I am called the Silver King in Denmark and silver was important in my life I thought I should copy this poem.
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
That way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruits upon silver trees;
One by one the casement catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eyes;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
I found a poem about these horses written by Roy Campbell
Horses on the Camargue
In the grey waters of dread,
The haunt of shattered gulls where nothing moves
But in a shroud of silence like the dead,
I head a sudden harmony of hooves,
And, turning, saw afar
A hundred snowy horses unconfined
The silver runaways of Neptune’s car
Racing, spray-curled, like waves before the wind.
Sons of the Mistral, fleet
As him with those strong gusts they love to flee,
Who shod the dying thunders on their feet
And plumed them with thee snortings of the sea;
There is no earthly breed
Who only haunt the verges of the earth
And only on the sea’s saltherbage feed –
Surely the great white breakers gave them birth.
For when for years a slave,
A horse of the Camargue, in alien lands,
Should catch some far-off fragrance of the wave
Carried far inland from his native sands,
Many have told the tale
Of how in fury, foaming at the rein,
He hurls his rider; and lifted tail,
With coal-red eyes and cataracting mane,
Heading his course for home,
Through sixty foreign leagues before him sweep,
Will never rest until he breathes the foam
And hears the native thunder of the deep.
But when the great gusts rise
And lash their anger on these arid coasts,
When the scared gulls career with mournful cries
And whirl across the waste like driven ghosts:
When hail and fire converge,
The only souls to which they strike no pain
Are the white-crested fillies of the surge
And the white horses of the windy plain.
Then in their strength and pride
The stallions of the wilderness rejoice;
The feel their Master’s trident in their side,
And high and shrill they answer to his voice.
With white tails smoking free,
Long streaming manes, and arching necks, the show
Their kinship to their sisters of the sea –
And forward hurl their thunderbolts of snow.
Still out of hardship bred,
Spirits of power and beauty and delight
Have ever on such frugal pastures fed
And lowed to course with tempests through the night.
I wrote a poem for Romana’s picture, with Roman looking into my eyes holding my face in her hands.
My Love, My life, My Romana
Your are my hope for tomorrow
Our moments together
provide warmth to my heart
In your eyes I see our glorious past
in our beautiful paradise
I feel the warmth of the sun
I smell the fragrance and all the
scents from our garden
I can almost taste the wine
See in your eyes an ocean
of delights and passions
I want to wake to the music
of your body’s moves with
our bodies and souls entwined forever
among the galaxies and stars of eternity
I changed the poem next day
I want to write a poem about one of our many trips to Paris
I am making a poems for Romana’s picture of her breasts:
The Best Place in the World
Upon these beautiful breasts
I rested my head
thousands of special moments
with my exhausted body
having enjoyed immeasurable
passion and pleasures
with satisfaction beyond
having embraced my body and mind
I will write this poem on the picture
Draft: With Paris on My Mind
Words of inspiration only
With Notre Dame painted in the scenery
on the bridge of passion
With Louvre There
If I could turn back the years,
my Romana would still be in my arms
yes, if I could turn back in time,
look into my Romana’s face and
tell her how much I love her
I would hold her forever in my arms.
I was thinking about the day Romana died
I was thinking about that Romana died
I was thinking about her body in my arms
I was thinking about her leaving this journey
I was thinking about My Romana
I was thinking
I was
I
Romana no more
I no more
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
What lips my lips have kissed,
where, and why,
is not wholly forgotten,
and what arms and hands
have lain upon my body til morning rise,
is still medicine for an ageing man.
What lips my lips have kissed, and
whose breath I gladly inhaled,
mixing with mine in a deep exhilaration
until, our bodies merged in completeness,
of mind and body, in a moment of time,
still glitter with flashes in my veins
and brings me the dreams
that takes my breath tomorrow
The Lonely Tree
In the deep winter night
stands a lonely tree,
in barren land,
where birds have vanished,
one by one from the cold
and bare woody stems.
The old tree still standing
in the cold and solid soil
with its naked strength.
Dreaming of the spring to come
with the chorus of beautiful birds,
the fluttering and dancing of the leaves
in the gentle summer breeze
The old tree waiting
for the songs of Spring
The warmth of the sun
and again a meeting place
for sun and rain
with leaves to harness
it energy and growth
with bloom and exquisite flowers
even fruits to be cherish
by a young girls lips
Romana’s and My Song!
We did indeed live with the Eagles on the mountain high.
Thank you – Thank you My Creator.
“All I know the way I feel
There are mountains
We climb the step every day
They lift up where we belong
where the eagles fly on the mountain high
From the world below
Times go by, no times to cry
Live here and NOW
All we have is here and NOW
I will be loving You Always – My Romana
Always, Always
Romana
You are the air I inhale
You are the sun raise
– and most of all the SUN
You guide me through the day
With your wisdom, beauty and loving heart
You surround me with everything that
I love and appreciate
I see the flowers, the nature,
animals and taste the wines
Walking through the landscape of life
and a world full of beauty and love
Without You, My Love –
Only darkness, cold and ultimately Death.
All My Love
We have a love that was born of chance,
Two hearts that collided due to circumstance.
I was not looking for love when i found you,
I had said never again, but what could i do?
Your loving eyes and caring smile,
Told me you where the one that would go the
extra mile.
Now again I am risking it all for love,
The outcome I will leave to my Father above.
At first i was cautious,
not giving you all,
Then slowly you showed me you’d never let me fall.
Now I am yours heart, body, soul, and mind,
A more true or complete love I could never find.
When God sent me you,
He sealed my fate,
A life of undying love
with you, my soulmate.
You’re part of me
Your always a part of me
In every success I made
In everything I do
I always think that there is always you
I couldn’t explain how much I love you
When you asked me why I do
I just don’t know why
But I’m sure I love you
As much as you only knew
You’re always with me
In everything that I do
Through ups and downs
In all trials that comes our way
I know your always there to stay
Though I’m not that matured person
That you want me to be
I’ll do everything to be
I love you so much
And I want to spend my whole life with you.
Romana
You are my life, my lover, my friend…
We will be together until the end…
After the end should there be more….
Again I will be forever yours…
Our souls have met and shall be one…
For the rest of our lives we will have fun…
Together as lovers, life partners and friends…
We will be soul mates again and again…
You brought out in me a gift of sweet love…
Reminding me there is God up above…
I see in your eyes, your face and your smile…
That life is a journey that’s really worthwhile…
If my life should end in such a way…
That I can’t say goodbye to you that day…
Know in your heart that we were one…
Forever and a day, unlike none…
Have I Told You Lately
Have I told you lately just how great you are?
Your compassion, strength and demeanor are what I like best.
I know situations in my life put you through a test,
And tend to make me a nervous wreck.
But I am truly grateful to have found a friend like you
Who listens to me whether I’m happy, sad or blue.
There aren’t many women like you
You are truly one of a kind.
And I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.
Have I told you lately, just how great you are?
If I didn’t, then let me tell you now,
You are one person my heart truly adores.
You and Me…
That’s how it will be…
For eternity.
Seared into each other’s souls.
Connected mentally and spiritually.
As the soulmates we are meant to be.
No matter how hard we try to fight it…
God’s plan will be…
Lessons taught and lessons learned.
Patient we must be.
You and me…
Destined to be…
Seared together spiritually, mentally
Emotionally, physically…
Throughout all eternity.
We will be…
You and Me.
Romana & Mose
The Wind
I love the wind; it carries me beyond where I will be going.
It has no barriers, like water it flows along in its own universe
The wind with all its power acts like a young spoiled creature of this world – not knowing where to go or where to stop. Worst not knowing its power and force on this world of ours.
The wind will sort out the old from the young – the weak from the strong – all without mercy – only the justice and rules of Nature
Bring me these dreams that take my breath away
