Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.

Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.

The one who has a good friend doesn't need any mirror.