And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. – Khalil Gibran

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love love recompenses the adorers. – Khalil Gibran

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. – Khalil Gibran