We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.

Don't allow your animal nature to rule your reason.

O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.

You’re a song, a wished-for song.

Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.

Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.