You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope. — Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope. — Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope. — Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope. — Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope. — Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can't cope.

— Jalaluddin Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

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