In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of love;
And like seeds dreaming of spring beneath the soil your heart dreams of devotion.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to your true intentions.
Your fear of love is but the trembling hand of the loved when she stands before her lover whose hand is to be webbed upon hers in affection.
Is the loved not joyful beneath her trembling, that she shall wear the love of the lover?
Yet is she no more mindful of her trembling?