The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Except For Love, Nothing You See Will Remain Forever.

A Thousand Half-loves Must Be Forsaken To Take One Whole Heart Home.

There Came One And Knocked At The Door Of The Beloved. And A Voice Answered And Said, 'who Is There?' The Lover Replied, 'it Is I.' 'go Hence,' Returned The Voice; 'there Is No Room Within For Thee And Me.' Then Came The Lover A Second Time And Knocked And Again The Voice Demanded, 'who Is There?' He Answered, 'it Is Thou.' 'enter,' Said The Voice, 'for I Am Within.