I've come to see this love of mine has little
to do with you. My own capacity
it is. I am the stove, you only the kettle.
If there is magic, the magic is in me.
Like a Hollywood set, you were just attached
to fortify illusion. The things I saw in you
were already alive in me. You were a match.
The bonfire was my heart. And how it grew!
Rumi charmed us both with this advice:
When love offers her kisses, you must act.
Only total surrender will suffice.
And what is given always will come back.
Thus have I gained from what I thought I’d lost,
for love goes with me and does not count the cost.