Love has no other desire but to fulfil 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.