"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 teenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully"
By Kahill Gibran
taken from Kahill Gibran's book"The Prophet"
