"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"
I posted the full quote here as a printable in January 2012. It's one that seemed worth revisiting in a simpler version. I hope you enjoy it. Click the image below for a larger version to print.
