Rumi, Fountain of Fire

only you
i choose
among the entire world
is it fair
of you
letting me be unhappy
my heart
is a pen
in your hand
it is all
up to you
to write me happy or sad
i see only
what you reveal
and live as you say
all my feelings
have the color
you desire to paint
from the beginning
to the end
no one but you
please make
my future
better than the past
when you hide
i change
to a Godless person
and when you
appear
i find my faith