I love you, O infinitely lovable God, and I’d rather die loving you than live a single moment without loving you.
I love you, O my God, and I desire heaven only to have the happiness of loving you perfectly.
I love you, O my God, and I dread hell only because there will never be the sweet consolation of loving you.
O my God, if my tongue can’t say all the time that I love you, at least I want my heart to repeat it as many times as I breathe.
Ah! Give me the grace to suffer while loving you, to love you while suffering, and to die one day loving you and feeling that I love you.
And the closer I get to the end, the more I beg you to increase my love and perfect it.
So be it.