The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.
Let yourself become living poetry.
You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.
Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.