Words I Love | On Love

From The Prophet

Love has no other desire but to fulfil 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.

by Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

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