Love has no 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.
~Kahlil Gibran
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