A poem

Well, this poem is not by me, I found it on a webbie.. hehe
It's the 1st and only thing on my blog which didnt originate from me =x But I love certain phrases in this poem though i cant say the same for the other lines =x hehe...but just enjoy.... and try to picture the poem in ur mind =p

To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.

~ Kahlil Gibran ~