"One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life."
"O love, whose lordly hand Has bridled my desires, And raised my hunger and my thirst To dignity and pride, Let not the strong in me and the constant Eat the bread or drink the wine That tempt my weaker self. Let me rather starve, And let my heart parch with thirst, And let me die and perish, Ere I stretch my hand To a cup you did not fill, Or a bowl you did not bless."
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Source: 'Love' ('The Forerunner'). Poem by Khalil Gibran, gutenberg.net.au. 1920.
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