"Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.
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 melody 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 a winged heart and give thanks for another day of living.
To rest at the 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 upon your lips."
Kahlil Gibran
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