What A Joy, To Travel The Way

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

Only Love Itself Can Explain Love And Lovers.

Love Cannot Be Learned Or Taught. Love Comes As Grace.