In the silent whispers of the night,
Where the moon’s glow softens the dark,
Rumi’s love dances, a divine light,
Guiding hearts that once were stark.
His words, a symphony of the soul,
Unfold in petals of the blooming rose,
A lover’s touch, making broken hearts whole,
In the embrace of love, life’s beauty shows.
Through the veil of time, his love endures,
A timeless melody that calls to the heart,
With each verse, a longing it cures,
Bringing together souls that were apart.
Rumi’s love, a mystical dance,
Where the soul and the divine entwine,
In every glance, a fleeting chance,
To taste the eternal, to feel the sublime.