Close so close that the lovers listen to the music of the hearts
An art that is creator of all the fine arts,
The eternal beauty is dissolved in the eternal wine
They drank it and their ecstasy became an enshrine
All the senses are basically a sense of a touch
They never saw Him but they felt Him so much
That their senses witnessed the eternal beloved
They loved Him and in return they were loved
Loved so much that they were believed to be God
For me a mirror in that I see a virtual image to nod.