I will
a casket of my soul for your soul,
of my heart a residence for your beauty,
of my breast a grave for your sorrows.
I'll love you like the prairies love the spring, and I live in
you the life of a flower
under the rays of the sun.
sing your name as the valley sings the echo of the bells
;
hear the language of your soul like the beach
hear the story of the waves. ~ ~ Kahlil Gibran