Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?
The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.
Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.
Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.