God begets love.

Loving you, I understood myself.

And there’s you, with your purity and beauty. You unyoke me. We lie on the bed, closer than a hand in a glove, yet I still experience this distant ache. I miss you even in your presence. How did love find me when I hid from it so masterfully? How did love know when to strike? I look into your infinite eyes and can say nothing. Because there, in front of me, lies everything. And you unyoke me.

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

If only we studied the stars as much as we study our own reflections.

There is so much of me in all of you. You are a way for me to know myself.

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.

I do not write about love as if I have invented it. I write about love because thoughts of you inspire self-forgetfulness. And because writing about you gives birth to a star. These stars sit inside me where there was once darkness.

Your whatness is what we share with you, our togetherness. Your thisness is your separate essence, your distinctness. I love you for your whatness, for the me in you, and the you in us. I love you for your thisness, your eternal soul, deathless and endless.