Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?
Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.
Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing