The madness of love is a blessed fate; and if we understood this we would seek no other: it brings into unity what was divided, and this is the truth: bitterness it makes sweet, it makes a stranger a neighbor, and what was lowly it raises on high. -Hadewijch of Antwerp, 13th century poet and mystic
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Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem.
