"The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of a wise man is in his heart."
Like a tiny bird that dares not sing
for fear of exquisite song,
so I'm afeared to love
lest you should see my perfect heart.
And as the world outside me turns,
as sorrows drown and bridges burn,
I am a precious, songless, flightless bird
on a perch you call Serenity:
nesting in hardy evergreen;
it is the tree of Hermitude.
"I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart."
(Pope John XXIII)