Love

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself But if your 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 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.

♥~ by Kahlil Gibran ~♥