In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are

You Live In My Heart Where No One Sees You But I Do. That Vision Becomes This Art.

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

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

The Lion Is Most Handsome When Looking For Food.

When Your Love Contracts In Anger, The Atmosphere Itself Feels Threatening. But When You’re Expansive, No Matter What The Weather, You’re In An Open, Windy Field With Friends.