Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness,
with her silent steps of love.
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love.
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.