Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky.

However Much I Might Try To Expound Or Explain Love, When I Come To Love Itself, I Am Ashamed Of My Explanations... Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love And Lovers.

Let Lovers Be Crazy, Disgraceful And Wild Those Who Fret About Such Things Aren’t In Love.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.