“The prophet on LOVE”

Love has no other 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

To wake at dawn with a winged heart

and give thanks for another day of loving

To rest at the noon hour and

mediate love’s ecstasy

To return home eventide with gratitude

And then to sleep with a prayer

For the beloved in your heart

and a song of praise on your lips

Gibran