Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself....
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night....
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
The Prophet (1923)
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself....
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night....
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
The Prophet (1923)