The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho "It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning." I LIKE THE DANCE in Bicycles: Love Poems by Nikki Giovanni I like the dance I like the idea ... of you in my arms I like the gentle sway I like the dance I like your sweat ... on my cheek I like the way you breathe Look at me Look at me I like the way I feel ... in your arms THE DANCER in THE WANDERER by Kahlil Gibran Once there came to the court of the Prince of Birkasha a dancer with her musicians. And she was admitted to the court, and she danced before the prince to the music of the lute and the flute and the zither. She danced the dance of flames, and the dance of swords and spears; she danced the dance of flowers in the wind. After this she stood before the throne of the prince and bowed her body before him. And the prince bade her to come nearer, and he said unto her, " Beautiful woman, daughter of grace and delight, whence comes your art? And how is it that you command all the elements in your rhythms and your rhymes?" And the dancer bowed again before the prince, and she answered, " Mighty and gracious Majesty, I know not the answer to your questionings. Only this i know: The Philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in his heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the sould of the dancer abides in all her body."