I hope I will live long and be able to do some things worthy of giving to you who is giving so much to me.

Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled,Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you.And ever has it been that love knows not it's depth until the hour of separation

When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.