Let these be your desires

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself But if your 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.