When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
RumiAnd patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?
RumiWhen I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
RumiAnd patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?
Rumi