And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?

They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

I do not want you to hear that I LOVE you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.