I want to see you.  

Know your voice. 

Recognize you when you first come around the corner. 

Sense your scent when I come  

into a room you've just left. 

Know the lift of your heel,  

the glide of your foot. 

Become familiar with the way  

you purse your lips  

then let them part,  

just the slightest bit,  

when I lean in to your space  

and kiss you. 

I want to know the joy  

of how you whisper  


~ Rumi <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. – Rumi (The  Essential Rumi)