We were still so young when our eyes first met. We would run holding hands through the lawn of the college campus. I vividly remember the grass beneath the cherry tree that had water at the tip which...
Very softly as he nuzzled her, his mouth near her ear, he began to sing: "I'm so happy with you, la, la...
Ah! keep my songs within your heart (The heart that holds the singer too), And never to the world impart The music only meant for you. Nor breathe one word, one tender word aloud, Lest it be heard by...
Sweetheart, my heart is your home, you can always stay there.
The highest prize we can receive for creative work is the joy of being creative. Creative effort spent for any other reason than the joy of being in that light filled space, love, god, whatever we wan...
Sleep, my love, He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. I'll be here to watch over you.You sleep too, she said groggily, her hand creeping to the...
She aint worth it. None of em are. He didnt answer for a while. Then he said: Yes they are.
And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
who will love you? who will fight? and who will fall far behind?
Love is like the senses of the body.Imagine you are blind, you can see an object using touch. You can feel around it and see it mentally.Now imagine you can't feel, but can see. You can't feel what yo...
where oh where, in what cemetery of the heavens do the tender words of lovers rest when they love no more? (Searching for author)
The man is like. Chess always afraid to loose its queen.
There is no pleasure in my life except you,I want to live for you.#indrani(wifey)
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
Maybe we were together in another life...in a parallel universe, maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice, maybe your arms are not supposed to go around me. I hear about you now & then, I wonde...
My life consists of two things,Pain and hardship that no one but me can describe,Love and joy that can only be mesured in who I am
And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from where they are no...
I give you," said Alexander, glancing at her, "what you need most from me.
Even you Spent a lots of time to find your lovers but you doesn't know that he is close by you and ready to touching you.
On Paper*some call it poetrybut it is just painon paper_____________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin