You Live In My Heart

Give Yourself Completely To The One You Call God. If You Are Not Doing It You Are Wasting Your Time Here.

You, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.

I Would Love To Kiss You. The Price Of Kissing Is Your Life.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

Lovers Move Like Lightning And Wind. No Contest. Theologians Mumble, Rumble-dumble, Necessity And Free Will, While Lover And Beloved Pull Themselves Into Each Other.