Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

May These Vows And This Marriage Be Blessed.

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.