Love; thorn in the brier strand; hypodermic in its kisses' sting- the breath of life in the brittle womb; soft succor, the shoots of Spring: Peace in the needles bite.
In order for one to love fully, one must be willing to sacrifice fully; in order to gain everything, one must first lose everything. When one can look upon the world, its joys and sorrows alike, and see in all Love, and recognize it in love, then will the ordeal be complete, the sacrifice concluded; and peace and love and joy will all be yours, and wisdom shall reign in your heart.