A discourse on love

 I beg the world of lovers, let not your hearts grow heavy! When we seek we do so blinded, and when we find we do so without searching. So let it come! As grateful as the leaf is for the spring, when love does come, we shall sanctify it! In our right and of our tongue it shall be writ into the stars that we were patient like the moon as it sought to find the sun! And though the day and night are two, they meet in evry dawn! Love shall find us as we are, and then it shall be worthy! Till then let no tear fall. For those whom ever hurt us, our pity does preside their lives. We shall run within the thorns, but only when we stop, shall we find the rose.