Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, But love unexplained is clearer.
Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.
What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.