Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor At Your Deeds, But At Your Heart.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The Thorns.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.