May This Marriage Be Full Of Laughter,

Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

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.

We Carry Inside Us The Wonders We Seek Outside Us.

Give Yourself A Kiss. If You Want To Hold The Beautiful One, Hold Yourself.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First To Let Go Of Life. Finally, To Take A Step Without Feet.