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.
- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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