To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.
I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Donโt, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.
When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.