Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
One drop of that ocean is Hope, and the rest is fear.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.