Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.

Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

                                            - Rumi

                                   Sufi mystic & poet

Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.

- St. Teresa of Avila / Carmelite nun & Christian mystic

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.

I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,

that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall,

he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,

and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,

let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart

upon the mountains of Bether.

Canticles
(Song of Solomon Chapt.2; King James Version)

Judaic & Christian traditions

We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.

- His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

 Love overflows into all things,
From out of the depths to above the highest stars;
And so Love overflows into all best beloved, most loving things,
Because She has given to the highest King
The Kiss of Peace.

Antiphon 16: Hildegard of Bingen

11th century Benedictine Abbess and Christian mystic

Love is the firstborn, loftier than the gods, the Fathers and men.
You, O Love, are the eldest of all, altogether mighty.
To you we pay homage!

Greater than the breadth of earth and heaven, or of waters and Fire,
You, O Love, are the eldest of all, altogether mighty.
To you we pay homage!

In many a form of goodness, O Love,  you show your face.
Grant that these forms may penetrate within our hearts.
Send elsewhere all malice!

 Atharva Veda 9.2.19-20, 25 

Hindu tradition (dated to 2nd Millenium BC)

Love is a light that never dwelleth in a heart possessed by fear.- Baha'u'llah / Bahai tradition