Love has no other
desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you 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.
-- (Kahlil Gibran)
30" x 30"
oil on canvas
$1800
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