The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.