In the garden of my heart, Rumi’s whispers sing,
Of love so pure, on celestial wing.
Each word a melody, a fragrant rose,
In the silent night, his poetry flows.

Dancing through dreams, his verses ignite,
A fire of passion, in the darkest night.
The soul’s yearning, for a divine embrace,
In Rumi’s love, we find our place.

Stars align in his tender prose,
Guiding lost hearts where true love grows.
With every line, a gentle reminder,
That love is eternal, pure and kinder.

So let us wander, in his sacred rhyme,
Beyond the boundaries of space and time.
In the embrace of Rumi’s love, we see,
A reflection of the divine, in you and me.