"The Truth About Love..."

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself 

But if your love and must needs have desires, 

Let these be your desires: 

To melt and be like a running brook 

That sings its melody to the night. 

To know the pain of too much tenderness. 

To be wounded by your own understanding of love; 

And to bleed willingly and joyfully. 

To wake at dawn with a winged heart 

And give thanks for another day of loving; 

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; 

To return home at eventide with gratitude; 

And then to sleep with a prayer 

For the beloved in your heart 

And a song of praise upon your lips.

~ Kahlil Gibran ~