Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild

Tis Easy To Break An Idol, Very Easy: To Regard The Self As Easy To Subdue Is Folly, Folly.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

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

You Are The Essence Of The Essence, The Intoxication Of Love. I Long To Sing Your Praises But Stand Mute With The Agony Of Wishing In My Heart !

Be Foolishly In Love, Because Love Is All There Is.