What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.