In the spirit of Rumi - 22

My dearest one: tell me,
why you always return to Me?

I said to My Beloved

In everything I do, I fail, fall short
of what I would offer from my heart to You;

You see this; and say nothing.

But then you hide behind my eyes;
and so I see with Your eyes,
where I have failed;

Seeing all this with Your eyes,
how can I not return to You,

O My Beloved?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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