Lose Your Soul In God's Love... I

Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.

You Wander From Room To Room Hunting For The Diamond Necklace That Is Already Around Your Neck!

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.