It happens all the time in heaven, and someday it will begin to happen again on earth —

that men and women who are married, and men and men who love, and women and women who give each other light,

often will get down on their knees, and while so tenderly holding their lover’s hand, with

tear-filled eyes, will sincerely say, “My dear, how can I be more loving to you, my darling,

how can I be more kind?”


Poetry by Hafiz

Photo source: The Lovers by Lee Bogle