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.

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 on your lips.

Kahil Gibran

Lentil: Photography · Broadcasting & media production
http://www.lentilcinematography.com
Shoes: Angela rapti shoes
Model: Helektra Tsimpidi
Make up & Hair: Dazzlin’ Gal