O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.
If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.
Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.