Beloved," said the Glorious One, "unless thy desire had been for me thou wouldst not have sought so long and so truly. For all find what they truly seek.
The promise, made when I am in love, to be true to the beloved as long as I live, commits me to being true even if I cease to be in love.
I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.
And this is the marvel of marvels; that he called me Beloved.
To be in love involves the most irresistible conviction that one will go on being in love until one dies, and that possession of the beloved will confer, not merely frequent ecstasies, but settled, fruitful, deep-rooted, lifelong happiness.