Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
I need the sea because it teaches me
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.