All your wounds from craving loveExist because of heroic deeds.
Not loving is a letting go.Listen,The terrain around hereIsFar tooDangerousFor That.
There areSo many positions of Love:Each curve on a branch,The thousand different waysYour eyes can embrace us,The infinite shapes yourMind can draw,The spring Orchestra of scents,The currents of light...
I should not make any promises right now,But I know if youPray
The heart is aThe thousand-stringed instrumentThat can only be tuned withLove.