I wanted to say a lot of things: I wanted to say how often lately Your bright image has wandered Through the dark rooms of my mind; I wanted to say how good it is To wake up every morning Knowing that the day contains Something that is you.

My words fly up; my thoughts remain below, Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

“He who for love hath undergone The worst that can befall, Is happier thousandfold than one Who never loved at all.”

There was a wise man in the east whose constant prayer was that he might see today with the eyes of to-morrow.

A single grateful thought raised to heaven is the most perfect prayer.

Come close to me, Oh companion of my full life; Come close to me, And let not winter’s touch enter Between us.

beloved, listen to me; I am sorry for having been hasty And thoughtless. I repented until My heart is crushed with sorrow; I love you and, Do not love any other; I shall continue; To love you to the end of my life.

I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and you were the first woman who awakened my spirit with your beauty and led me into the garden of high affection, where days pass like dreams and nights like weddings.

Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.

Come close to me, oh beloved of my soul; the fire is cooling and fleeing under the ashes.