The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love

Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?