Stop The Words Now. Open The Window

Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End. Imagine, A Suspended Ocean, Riding On A Cushion Of Ancient Secrets.

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.