I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
The heart is your student, for love is the only way we learn.
I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light.
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.
O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you