Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.