To admire beauty without envy is love:
To lie in the drakened garden to hear the song
Of the unseen nightingale is love:
If you would hold a knife to your heart
To spare another, that is love:
To love is to give everything away for nothing,
To open your house to the dark stranger:
The world is a pit of fire and shadows,
Those who love throw themselves into it wholly:
Ah,my heart,only you know best
How love is the mortal flesh burning in the darkness
-Murat of Turbansk,
Library of Busk
 457daughter of the moon · Mon Sep 01, 2008 @ 04:56pm · 0 Comments |
