Assol wrote the title in tender sadness, and her tear fell on the sheet. While she was writing, I stood behind her without moving, reading the story of her love. Let's read it together. The story of the love of a man and a woman, of creation and the Creator.

I didn’t count the wrinkles On your lips

I didn’t look for myself in Your eyes

But I created you, as the woman

Who will be able to do undiscovered mystery.

He touched her hand and they touched Eternity.

She didn’t understand this right away.

He had a sensation of this Power, in this Instant it happened…a meeting, full of Divine Sacrament… a meeting of Man and Woman.

She didn’t have a sensation, that during the joining of their Hands Eternity gently touched them. She didn’t have a sensation of the touch of gently Eternity, because She was always herself Eternity, yet before, then he arose – a Man.

Silence, pouring out a Light of Stars, was inside her.

Her Heart was filled by mild warmth of Night and clear sharpness of moon. Her eyes in youth emanated a pink Light of daybreak a reminder of the refinement of a puff of stars and a clearness of the outline of heaven but her Advent like a Conflagration was frightening by fire and smoke.

Pink tenderness of Her Heart She was embodying in her Children marvellous fruits of Her passionate Love.

Lord before Creation of World planted Love and She luxuriantly sprang by sweet sighs of Woman’s Heart.

After each sweet sigh – bitter expiration was coming and… loss bringing the Pain and silver over the pale pulsing vein of temples.

She had Energy and knowledge, to aspire all her being for search of the way to Light, every Loss was giving new Energy and was opening inside sight which was able to see Invisible. Every new Sigh of Heart was presenting the hearing which was able to listen to Inaudible.

She was sensitive and fantastic.

In the herself deepness of her soul Unquenchable passion of Love was burning and mighty wish to know God.

One Wiseman told that Angels weaves such a passion in women's Heart from the Vibrations of a Rainbow.

She didn't remember First Day but at the Seventh Day, at her Instant on the Heaven were three Rainbows and this was seen by every body:

People, Earth, Sky and Lord!

She exhaled fragrant of meadow flowers and her breath was bringing light movement for all Universe.

Often tears of grief were pouring on the Earth by floods of Life-giving waters.

Anger and Exactingness towards herself rang out by powerful thunders and shine, like knives blades in the darkness of great battle by rays of the lightings, which were carrying a Liberation and a Freshness of new purity.

Woman so loved Light that it cast a shadow on Her and She fell in Love to Shadow which was giving rise to cry yearning depression about Light.