The Subtlest Beauties In Our Life Are

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness

Verily All Things Move Within Your Being In Constant Half Embrace, The Desired And The Dreaded, The Repugnant And The Cherished, The Pursued And That Which You Would Escape.