I Opened My Arms To Love And

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

Friends Are Enemies Sometimes, And Enemies Friends.

However Much I Might Try To Expound Or Explain Love, When I Come To Love Itself, I Am Ashamed Of My Explanations... Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love And Lovers.

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.

Reason Is The Shadow Cast By God; God Is The Sun.