'Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and a 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.'
I would normally read a passage like this and be like, "Pfft, that shit's for lil bitches." Except now I know it to be true. So maybe I am a lil bitch. And what?
I could quote this whole damn book.
K.x
