My Valentine gift to you....
A little poem from one of my favorite poets.
The Sufi Poet of Love
The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
Lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.
He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk.
It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.
My friends, thanks for all the love you have shown me, you are the best.
May you find yourself in the arms of one whose desire is to show you how beautiful you really are and may you open your heart and believe them.