Love…
…is a spark in my heart from knowing someone cares about me as I really am. You know of the light of my goodness and of the darkness of my wickedness yet gladly, still we “are”.

From “Divan-e Shams” by Rumi translated R. A. Nicholson
Through Love
all that is bitter will be sweet.
Through Love
all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love
all dregs will turn to purest wine.
Through Love
all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love
the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the
king will turn into a slave!