Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart

Because I Cannot Sleep I Make Music At Night.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.

The Heart Is Cooking A Pot Of Food For You. Be Patient Until It Is Cooked

A True Lover Is Proved Such By His Pain Of Heart! No Sickness Is There Like Sickness Of Heart!!!