Love is that music, so melodious and alluring. I want to play the dii doo of my heart to you. I want to blend the guitar strings to convey my affection for you.
Poverty is a disease. When you read this poem, kindly extend a hand of kindness to those on the street begging for alms, no matter how dirty or stinky they might be. Let’s show love to those who need it in whichever small way we can.
Sometimes the distance between you and your love makes you miss him so much but the best you can do is send him a message that you miss him or her and you await the day you both shall meet.
Take my hands And walk this journey with me Take my scars and heal them Take my wounds and dress them. Love is magical.
Love is magical when you are with the right person.
Love is a beautiful thing when you are in the arms of the one you truly love and who truly loves.
When you were once in love, and you never thought it would come to an end but your partner eventually cheats on you, you will be in a dilemma as to whether to remain alone or find another lover.
I wish not to scribe beyondFor the world to think I lieBut my lines portrays the realityA full package of your personalityThat outshines the eye of heavenMay it not be seen in my line as extraordinaryBut indeed you’re beyond the ordinaryYour beauty beats imaginationYour smile is contagiousYour benevolence is infectiousIn you is a light that…
Running, runningEveryday, far awayFrom thy sight I flee Escaping, hidingThe shiver upon thy presenceThe feeling I conceived Dying, CryingDeep withinThe battle between the fearAnd that which I bear Perplexed, LostWondering if thou noticedOr thou feel same as I doPondering if there be a realityFor that which I bear to host Sometimes, most timesI crave thy…