There Is A Voice That Doesn’t Use

However Much I Might Try To Expound Or Explain Love, When I Come To Love Itself, I Am Ashamed Of My Explanations... Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love And Lovers.

Love Isn't The Work Of The Tender And The Gentle; Love Is The Work Of Wrestlers. The One Who Becomes A Servant Of Lovers Is Really A Fortunate Sovereign. Don't Ask Anyone About Love; Ask Love About Love. Love Is A Cloud That Scatters Pearls.

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

Speak A New Language So That The World Will Be A New World.

I Said To The Night, "if You Are In Love With The Moon, It Is Because You Never Stay For Long." The Night Turned To Me And Said, "it Is Not My Fault. I Never See The Sun, How Can I Know That Love Is Endless?