The Only Way To Measure A Lover

Bring The Pure Wine Of Love And Freedom. But Sir, A Tornado Is Coming. More Wine, We'll Teach This Storm A Thing Or Two About Whirling.

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?

Achieve Some Perfection [excellence] Yourself, So That You May Not Fall Into Sorrow By Seeing The Perfection In Others.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.