Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.
Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.
Love conquers all things.
If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.