Only When Desire Screams

The heart is the temple of love in which it crowns itself supreme. In unlike all other temples, but like all dictators, love needs no permission to enter, accepts no restrictions, conforms to no rules except its own and rejects all rivals. What it does in this temple is nothing less than one of the greatest miracles of humanity. Every dim corner of unloving hearts begins to burn with brightness, chaos is replaced by harmony, distress by relief, desperation by hope, doubt by sincerity, weakness by strength and a thousand roses suddenly bloom and fill the temple with the exotic scent of life, joy and optimism.