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A poem dedicated to a certain special someone:

Water from your Spring


What was in that candle's light

that opened and consumed me so quickly?


Come back, my friend! The form of our love

is not a created form.


Nothing can help me but that beauty.

There was a dawn I remember


when my soul heard something

from your soul. I drank water


from your spring and felt

the current take me.




-Jelalludin Rumi