I am at your mercy, the slave of your smile. You are the music within music that stole my heart. If I see beauty it's because I look through your eyes but when I come back I find no one there. My King, I am your falcon and when I hear your drum I will spread my wings. If you offer me your love I'll be drunk with joy, but if you do not, I will accept, lower my head and surrender.
[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]
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