You had better run from me. My words are fire.
In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
I should be suspicious of what I want.
My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown
Although you see the pit, you cannot avoid it.
The cure for pain is in the pain.