If You Look Too Closely At The

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

Deep In Our Hearts, The Light Of Heaven Is Shining.

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.