Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…
Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,
Sometimes you Need a Break From Life
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
