In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.