What Is The Mirror Of

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

It Is Love That Holds Everything Together, And It Is The Everything Also.

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.