The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen
My love for you is like water, falling countless… the beating of my heart, for you is so heavy and soundless, the feeling of being in your arm is so precious and endless.