But if you love and must needs have desires,let these be your desires;

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melodies to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness,

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstacy;

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 on your lips.

~ Author unknown ~

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