Maitresse Maia Steeleater
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When The Rose is GoneSelf explanatory--we have all experienced the loss of one we care deeply for in some manner or fashion. When that happens, what is left?? Such a painful, yet all too real, fact of life.~~Maia
WHEN THE ROSE IS GONE
When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth
From: Mathnawi I, 23-31 ~ The Teachings of Rumi
By: E.H.Winfield
Retrieved from: http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/5
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