The Feelings We Live Through In Love

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.

When Life Does Not Find A Singer To Sing Her Heart She Produces A Philosopher To Speak Her Mind.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.