“Bitter your acts, bitter am I,Kindness your deeds, kindness am I,Pleasant and gentle, so you are,Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.”

“I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey…Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul…Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.”

“You are the drop,and the oceanyou are kindness,you are anger,you are sweetness,you are poison.Do not make me more disheartened.you are the chamber of the sun,you are the abode of venus,you are the garden of all hope.Oh, Beloved, let me enter.”

“I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.”

“I am weary of personal worrying,in love with the art of madness.”

“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the slightest bit,when I lean in to your spaceand kiss you.I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more”

“Love so needs to lovethat it will endure almost anything, even abuse,just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind,its song will never hurt you, for Ising those words.”