Love is quivering happiness.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.
A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.