The Paroles Of JK

Speak thee, fool!

Sayeth then the fool nothing. What may he say?

I have no words but love upon my lips?

The kiss that lingers still upon mine breath forbids me speech?

I am rendered unto stone until her lips unbind me?

Speak now! Lest I tear out thine tongue!

This tongue speaks of naught but her.

These tears speak naught but her.

What value has tongue, or eye, or heart, e’en, that exists without love?

To know love is to know despair; sayeth the fool.

He starts and stops, in hesitant steps walks his speech.

For in knowing love, has a man the knowing of all that is not love

And seeing at once his life before amounting all to naught,

is seized by horror and turns at once to God, in whose favour

now he bathes. And though there be not spire nor altar nor bible holy,

it matters naught.

For where she treads is hallowed ground,

and at her feet is mercy found.