'I am only the house of your beloved, <br />not the beloved herself: <br />true love is for the treasure, <br />not for the coffer that contains it.' <br />The real beloved is that one who is unique, <br />who is your beginning and your end. <br />When you find that one, <br />you'll no longer expect anything else: <br />that is both the manifest and the mystery. <br />That one is the lord of states of feeling, <br />dependent on none; <br />month and year are slaves to that moon. <br />When he bids the 'state,' <br />it does His bidding; <br />when that one wills, bodies become spirit.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-only-the-house-of-your-beloved/