What Is The Heart? A

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be Said. Let Me Just Be Here.

You Are The Drop,and The Ocean You Are Kindness,you Are Anger, You Are Sweetness,you Are Poison. Do Not Make Me More Disheartened. You Are The Chamber Of The Sun, You Are The Abode Of Venus, You Are The Garden Of All Hope. Oh, Beloved, Let Me Enter.

Don't Turn Away. Keep Your Gaze On The Bandaged Place. That's Where The Light Enters You.