I want both of us
to start talking
about this great Love
as if You, I, and God
were all married
and living in a tiny room,
helping each other to cook,
do the wash,
weave and sew,
care for our beautiful animals.

We all leave each morning
to labor on the Earth’s field.
No one does not lift a great pack.

I want both of us to start singing
like two traveling minstrels
about this extraordinary existence
we share.

As if
You, I, and God were all married
and living in
a tiny
room.

~Hafiz