When You Reach The End Of What

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

The Brooks Flow To Their Lover, The Sea, And The Flowers Smile At The Object Of Their Passion, The Light. The Mist Rolls Down To Its Beloved, The Valley. And I? In Me Is What Brooks Do Not Know, What Flowers Do Not Hear, What The Mist Does Not Apprehend. You See Me Alone In My Love, Solitary In My Yearning.

What Is This World That Is Hastening Me Toward I Know Not What, Viewing Me With Contempt?

You May Forget With Whom You Laughed, But You Will Never Forget With Whom You Wept.