I Would Tell You More Of Him,

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

And Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit. For Love That Seeks Aught But The Disclosure Of Its Own Mystery Is Not Love But A Net Cast Forth: And Only The Unprofitable Is Caught.

Yesterday We Obeyed Kings And Bent Our Necks Before Emperors. But Today We Kneel Only To Truth, Follow Only Beauty, And Obey Only Love.