Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.
Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.
Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.