When Love speaks to you, believe in him,
though his voice may shatter your dreams,
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses the tender branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots
and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
— Kahlil Gibran