Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.
Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.
Close your eyes, fall in Love, stay there.
I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.