Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.
When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun
The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.
All language is a longing for home.