When I am with you, we stay up all night. 

When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. 

Praise God for these two insomnias! 

And the difference between them. 

The minute I heard my first love story 

I started looking for you, not knowing 

how blind that was. 

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. 

They're in each other all along. 

We are the mirror as well as the face in it. 

We are tasting the taste this minute 

of eternity. We are pain 

and what cures pain, both. We are 

the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. 

I want to hold you close like a lute, so we can cry out with loving. 

You would rather throw stones at a mirror? 

I am your mirror, and here are the stones. 

Rumi