Love Can Move The Sun

Pure Essence, And Pure Matter, And The Two Joined Into One Were Shot Forth Without Flaw, Like Three Bright Arrows From A Three-string Bow.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.