"For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
...
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."

From the poem 'On Love' by Khalil Gibran