I love Rumi, don't you? A while back someone gave me a book of his poems, one for each day. This is my second year through it, and each time I read one of Rumi's poems, they come to me as fresh as the morning dew. Here is part of a poem in which Rumi describes what it was like to meet Shams, his Twin Soul (my opinion):
. . . Like swimmers
who love the water, their souls knit together
without being sewn, no seam.
Don't you just love Rumi?