Love Will Lay A Carpet Of Treasures

Hall Of Love Has Ten Thousand Swords. Don't Be Afraid To Use One.

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?

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

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!