Life Is Balance Of Holding On And

Since Love Has Made Ruins Of My Heart The Sun Must Come And Illumine Them. Such Generosity Has Broken Me With Shame.

However Much I Might Try To Expound Or Explain Love, When I Come To Love Itself, I Am Ashamed Of My Explanations... Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love And Lovers.

They Say There Is A Doorway From Heart To Heart, But What Is The Use Of A Door When There Are No Walls?

Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our Souls.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.