LOVE

What is dying, without love? What is living, without love?
Love is sweeter than raw sugar;
love is more bitter than tamarind.
What is dying, without love? What is living, without love?
Love is sweeter than raw sugar;
love is more bitter than tamarind.
This love is a solemn promise;
this love is an elemental bond.
What is dying, without love? What is living, without love?
Above is God; below is love; and between these two exists everything...
Discuss not one thing, but everything; in the end, all discussions have but one meaning.
God is more beautiful than everything; but love is even more beautiful than God.
Neither diamond nor gold; simply love.
Only one desire: love.
Just one desire.
What is love? Who knows?
Yet, at the same time, everyone knows what love is.
This city of love lies down an unfamiliar road;
who knows anything about your beloved's home?
A short little while, or a very long journey;
who in the world knows what love is?
Is it pain, or is it the cure for pain?
Is this a lover, or is it you, God?
What is dying, without love? What is life, without love?
You have heard the name of love,
but I have been in love.
A garden of flowers: love
A skirt full of thorns: love
A garden of flowers: love
A skirt full of thorns: love
What is dying, without love? What is living, without love?
Love is sweeter than raw sugar;
love is more bitter than tamarind.