Love Is From The Infinite,

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

There Is Little One Can Say About Love. It Has To Be Lived, And It's Always In Motion.

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

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

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.