Love Comes Of Its Own

From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

I Have Been So Naughted In Thy Love's Existence That My Nonexistence Is A Thousand Times Sweeter Than My Existence

I Am Bewildered By The Magnificence Of Your Beauty; And Wish To See You With A Hundred Eyes . . . I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.