God Put Thorns Around The Love's Door

In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

The Lion Is Most Handsome When Looking For Food.

The Quieter We Become, The More We Can Hear.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

Knock, And He'll Open The Door Vanish, And He'll Make You Shine Like The Sun Fall, And He'll Raise You To The Heavens Become Nothing, And He'll Turn You Into Everything.