I had a chance to re-read this poem today. You cannot help being deeply moved by Rumi! Someday, I'll read this to the woman in my life :-)
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In the early morning hour,
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
and take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There's nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight.”
-- Rumi
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