Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...
You are the soul of the soul of the universe, and your name is Love.
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
You think you are alive because you breathe air? Shame on you, that you are alive in such a limited way. Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead. Die in Love and stay alive forever.