“When I talk of you, there are no words. Where could I put you, who won’t fit in the secret world, or this? All I know of spirit is this love. And don’t call me a believer. Infidel is better.”
“When I talk of you, there are no words. Where could I put you, who won’t fit in the secret world, or this? All I know of spirit is this love. And don’t call me a believer. Infidel is better.”