FOR ALL THE PART, TO LOVE YOU MORE IS TO BE FREE.

Moments of unyielding beauty crowned my heart with light because I decided to love you more.

The joy overflowing my heart is still incomprehensible to the mists of gloom drifting away from me.

No glaring modesty is veiling my Thoughts of Love; my thoughts are speaking earnestly to my imagination and making it acquiesce to its demands of Love.

It is a sacred hour; although no bells are ringing in a distant village to celebrate the union between my thoughts and Love, the Halls of Heaven are agog for me.

Awakening in my new world of freedom, I embrace ever so tightly my radiant Heavenly Joy innocent of pain and sin.

My naive gratitude speaks volumes about my defenselessness, for I have chosen to rise above all considerations of lack to love you more.

On account of my wonderful feelings, I am now tasting the sustenance of Angels.

I have never felt my feelings so pure and so life-giving. To love is a beatitude.

Getting free from all encumbering weights and dashing from one dazzling horizon to another on the Wings of Love, the delights of true existence, are what I understand now.

My inner freedom and lightness of being are telling me one truth: to love you more is to be free.