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but if you love and must 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 willfully and joyfully, to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving, to rest at the noon hour and meditate on love’s ecstasy, to return home at eventide with gratitude, and then to sleep with a prayer of your beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.