When love itself comes to kiss you, don't hold back!
From understanding comes LOVE.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
Only love itself can explain love and lovers.
This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.