Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame colored are his wings, and colored like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense. ~ Oscar Wilde (Photo by Baldovino Barani)