I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl.
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.
Oh sweet bitterness,
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns.
- Rumi
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