The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And

Love Is Cure, Love Is Power, Love Is The Magic Of Changes. Love Is The Mirror, Of Divine Beauty!

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.

Lovers Find Secret Places Inside This Violent World Where They Make Transactions With Beauty.

I Am So Small I Can Hardly Be Seen. How Can This Great Love Be Inside Me? Look At Your Eyes. They Are Small, But They See Enormous Things.

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