how very close
is your soul with mine
I know for sure
everything you think
goes through my mind
I am with you
now and doomsday
not like a host
caring for you
at a feast alone
with you i am happy
all the times
the time i offer my life
or the time
you gift me your love
offering my life
is a profitable venture
each life i give
you pay in turn
a hundred lives again
in this house
there are a thousand
dead and still souls
making you stay
as this will be yours
a handful of earth
cries aloud
I used to be hair or
I used to be bones
and just the moment
when you are all confused
leaps forth a voice
hold me close
I'm love and
I'm always yours
Rumi
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