I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible befo...
Every day sings its own song.
It is not your mouth that sings. It is your mind and heart that sing.
My heart dances with joy and sings with passion when it hears the music of love.
The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.