Indeed Envy Is A Defect;

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

Give Yourself A Kiss. If You Want To Hold The Beautiful One, Hold Yourself.