If you can love all who've betrayed you... you can taste sweetness in everything.

...purification was the point of such pain.

Everything that has ever been beautiful has been burned. Like you.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.