Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

You Were Born With Potential. You Were Born With Goodness And Trust. You Were Born With Ideals And Dreams. You Were Born With Greatness. You Were Born With Wings. You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.

Love Comes With A Knife, Not Some Shy Question, And Not With Fears For Its Reputation!

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.