This is how I would die into the love
I have for you:
as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.
I hear nothing in my ear but your voice.
Heart has plundered mind of its eloquence.
Love writes a transparent calligraphy,
so on the empty page my soul can read and recollect.
Oh beloved, grant me this good fortune
that I may vanish inside your silence forever.
Rumi
