Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.
Khalil GibranWhere are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?
Khalil GibranFor Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Khalil Gibran