When I Die, I Shall Soar With

The Earth Turns To Gold, In The Hands Of The Wise.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

There Is A Window Between Heart And Heart: They Are Never Separate Like Two Bodies. Two Lamps May Not Be United In Their Form - But Their Light Merges Into Each Other.

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.

Remember. The Way You Make Love Is The Way God Will Be With You.