Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.

Watch For All That Beauty Reflecting From You And Sing A Love Song To Your Existence.

There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m Not One Of Them.

From The Distance You Only See My Light; Come Closer And You Will Know That I Am You.