He Who Tastes Not, Knows Not.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

When Love Itself Comes To Kiss You, Don't Hold Back!

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

Do Not Worry If All The Candles In The World Flicker And Die. We Have The Spark That Starts The Fire.

Listen. Make A Way For Yourself Inside Yourself. Stop Looking In The Other Way Of Looking.