If I Can Only Recount The Story

Let Lovers Be Crazy, Disgraceful And Wild Those Who Fret About Such Things Aren’t In Love.

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?