Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.
Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.