When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
-Kahlil Gibran, On Love from The Prophet
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There was once long, long ago and far away an Emperor with a heart encased in ice. He was as beautiful as a sculpture, with his dark grey hair, sharp bangs that surrounded his handsome face and dark grey eyes that looked out on the world. Cold, distant and remote, he was the ruler of his land and had been for many years. Others thought of him as being a marble statue made of stone and with a heart of ice, untouchable, unfeeling and without emotions.
Whispers among the courtiers said a woman had broken his heart, and this was the reason why he closed himself off. There were those who dimly rememb
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