Look At The Moon In The Sky,

I Want Your Sun To Reach My Raindrops, So Your Heat Can Raise My Soul Upward Like A Cloud.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

I Should Be Suspicious Of What I Want.

The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed Heart Everything Is Possible.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?