Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. 
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 willingly 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 love’s ecstasy; 
To return home at eventide with gratitude; 
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart 
and a song of praise upon your lips.

~ Kahlil Gibran 

keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children. 

~kahlil gibran