Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Metanoeite LXIII

"Oh, that he would kiss me...Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruit...
I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away."

Unrequited longings provoke perditious passions.

"Tell Me about it."

"I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him."

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