I would rather lie facedown on the ground and use my body as a bridge, than stand proud and tall and use my body as a wall.

I see your painas clearly as I feel my own.I will share your burden so you feel it less.Do not hate this world.Do not hate these people.I will share my hopeso you feel it more.I want you to see our loveas clearly as I feel yours.

And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you'd have to give away almost everything you own.

I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?

Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I’ve become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes — destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love.

Close your eyes. Meditate on your love. This is God.

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

This body is the house of God.