I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?
RumiWhen you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. โฆPeople fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.
Rumi