Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
I am happy even before I have a reason.
Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.