In my Search for Rumi

Today, a friend was craving for a Jollibee hamburger, while she remarked that she had never heard of verbal craving, the kind I had for Rumi. I've been wanting to conclude my tribute by ending it with a third verse from him but I don't want to copy the one found in wikipedia. I don't want to search for one over the web since I doubt its authenticity. I can borrow another friend's copy but it may take some time to procure it and so I went out today and visited four bookstores in vain. I could have gotten a copy of the book months ago but for some unusual bout of stinginess, I refused to buy it -- now, I want to hit myself hard in the head.

In lieu of it, I will present something personal and along with it is a story. A few years ago, I become enamored with someone for the reason that we have this certain likeness in our thoughts, in our hearts and in our spirit. I came to believe I found what I was looking for, I plotted to gain the friendship and secretly wished to be reciprocated but it was meant for us to drift apart as if we never shared a meal, a secret and a laughter. To this day, the feeling or the memory of what was left of it remains unrequited, but he will always be the catalyst for this humble verse.

To Breathe and to Love

To live is to love with passion
Heart

Mind
Body
and
Soul
To not breathe is better
Than to love without.