The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

Turning toward what you deeply love saves you

There are no edges to my loving now.

I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.