Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.