Don't take the cup away from me 
before I've had enough to drink. 
Your promises are charming 
but I am not a fool. 
 
Be more giving or I will have to rob you, 
you raise your price to discourage me 
but I am not naive and won't give up so easily. 
 
Come out of hiding, open the door and let me in 
I am at your mercy, the slave of your smile. 
 
I put on airs to impress you, 
even your scolding inflames my passion. 
 
You are the music within music that stole my heart. 
If I see beauty it's because I look through your eyes 
but when I come back to myself 
I find no one there. 
 
Still you are not content, what more do you want? 
My Love, I am your falcon and when I hear your drum 
I will spread my wings. 
 
If you offer me your love I'll be drunk with joy, 
but if you do not, I will accept, 
lower my head and surrender. 
 
~ Rumi | 
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