My tears fall for a woman that sells herself short. She not
only extinguishes her flame, but also destroys her heart. Does she not know of
My love? In every woman is My seed, it grows with her hope and withers with her
despair. If the seed dies the world loses another lover. Hasn’t the world seen
enough death? Where are you My seeds? Let Me nourish you with the tears of
mourning.
Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar
