Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation

— Kahlil Gibran From ‘The Prophet’ p. 8

And the priests and the priestesses said unto him:

Let not the waves of the sea seperate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become memory.

You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light about our faces.

Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.

Yet now it cries aloud onto you, and would stand revealed before you.

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

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