There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates that you haven't been patient.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!