The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

It May Help Us, In Those Times Of Trouble, To Remember That Love Is Not Only About Relationship, It Is Also An Affair Of The Soul.

Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis Devils Must Print.

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets, But As Truly Loves On To The Close.