Love has no other 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 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.