All roads that lead to God are good.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.

Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.

While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.

There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.