The Rumi of Love

I swear, since seeing your face,
the whole world is a complete confusion.
There is no explaining what has happened.
The garden does not know what is leaf or flower.
The distracted birds can't distinguish the birdseed from the trap.

Time runs slow while we are apart.
It can not decide how fast it is.

All the world has gone crazy.
There is only one thing that is real.

A house of love has been built with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than Venus or the Moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

Your heart now in mine,
your hand in my hand.