This Is What Love Does

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.

To Praise Is To Praise How One Surrenders To The Emptiness.

There Is A Window From One Heart To Another Heart.

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

However Much I Might Try To Expound Or Explain Love, When I Come To Love Itself, I Am Ashamed Of My Explanations... Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love And Lovers.