Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons
The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.
And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy, you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your body and less of your raiment.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.