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 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. — Kahlil Gibran
Has ever man described love, captured the joy and pain…better than this.