In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
The moon has become a dancer at this festival of love.
This dance of light, this sacred blessing, this divine love,
beckons us to a world beyond, only lovers can see with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light, now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
"The Privileged Lovers," Rumi
Our two hearts entwined,
A lifetime of love awaits...
Will you marry me?