Oleh: volcanon88 | April 18, 2009


Love has no other desire
but to fulfill itself.
But if you love
and must have desires,
let these your desires be:
To melt and be
like a running brook
that sings its melody
to the night.
To know the pain
of too much tenderness.
To be wounded
by your own understanding
of love; and bleed willingly
and joyfully.
To wake at dawn
with a winged heart
and give thanks
for another day of loving;
to rest at the noon hour
and meditate love’s ecstasy;
to return home at eventide
with gratitude;
and then to sleep
with a prayer for the beloved
in your heart
and a song of praise
upon your lips.

-Kahlil Gibran “The Prophet”


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