Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
To know the pain of too much tenderness. Kahlil Gibran's book, published in 1923 is especially relevent and helpful for these times and is a wonderful gift for yourself or a loved one. All products and company names mentioned herein are the trademarks of their respective owners.