Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.
Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed With seeds ofjasmine, lilies, and myrtle; and when they Grow above me and thrive on my body's element they will Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space.
Love is trembling happiness.
The only time a juggler / Appeals to me / Is when I see him / Miss the ball.
Your house is your larger body.
If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.