In love, I want to own you,
In loving, I wish to give,
Be the sweet song that the rustling leaves and the wind make,
On a cold, breathless, night,
When your eyes caress the sky,
I wish to be a sparkling star,
And match the twinkle in your eye.
In love, I’m the predator,
In loving, I’m the sacrifice,
In love, you can only love me,
In loving, you’ll always be mine. |
| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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