Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You

If I Hold You With My Emotions, You'll Become A Wished-for Companion.

Oh, Wandering One, If You Are In Search Of The Greatest Treasure, Don't Look Outside. Look Within, And Seek That.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The Fire Of Passion. Lovers Leave Traces Of Where They've Been. The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.