Love Is The Common Denominator That Unites

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

Sit, Be Still, And Listen, Because You're Drunk And We're At The Edge Of The Roof.

This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.