"When you are sorrowful.. look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth...you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Love has no other desire than to fulfil itself

but if you love and must needs have desires - let these be your desires:

To melt..

and be like a running brook that sings its' melody to the night

to know the pain of too much tenderness

to be wounded by your own understanding of love

and to bleed..

willingly and joyfully

to wake at dawn with a winged heart and rejoice and be thankful

for another day of loving."