The Only Way To Measure A Lover

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No One Sees You.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

When You Lose All Sense Of Self The Bonds Of A Thousands Chains Will Vanish. Lose Yourself Completely, Return To The Root Of The Root Of Your Own Soul.

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