It isn’t violence that can break through our hearts. It isn’t force that binds us and keeps us together. Only tenderness has the power to accomplish what the fullness of love desires to do. Tenderness that approaches us little by little, and handles our feelings with the deepest affection and delight. Tenderness that is willing to wait for the right time until we are ready and we are no longer afraid.

In my heart is a spacethat is so sacredand none can enter inbut you.And I shall wait for youthough it takes forever,though my heart bleedsand my all consumed.I wait because I love youAnd love waitsfor the only onethat it loves.

I see now that no person who has ever loved has ever been spared from tears.

I guess you will always bemy heart’s deepest wound.The kind that aches terribly.The kind that time could never heal.I glimpse a memory of youand I feel it!I feel both the joy and the painof loving you.

You could have found me.You could have seen me.But I had always been the invisible one.

I touch this pen,and I feel your fingers,I hear a song,and tears flow down my eyes.Everything comes to lifebecause you have touched them,but all the world is meaninglesswithout love.

Love has a certain element of tenderness, which alone pierces through the heart and binds us more intimately than any force in the universe ever can.