It's Your Road & Yours Alone. Others

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Suddenly The Drunken Sweetheart Appeared Out Of My Door. She Drank A Cup Of Ruby Wine And Sat By My Side. Seeing And Holding The Lockets Of Her Hair My Face Became All Eyes, And My Eyes All Hands.

Be Silent. That Heart Speaks Without Tongue Or Lips.

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion Lops Off The Bough Of Weariness. Passion Is The Elixir That Renews: How Can There Be Weariness When Passion Is Present? Oh, Don't Sigh Heavily From Fatigue: Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

Let A Thousand Wrangling Desires Become One Love.