You are the smile on my face, inspiration for my foot steps, and motivation behind my breath. No less, and a lot more! How many times do I want to tell you that I love you, but there are not enough words. And, the words commonly used are not dignified enough! O Love! O Love!
It is a midget like expression in comparison to what I feel for you, and, what you feel for me! Mere ‘I love you’ is not enough. I wish language had such a thing as expression in it, then I would have told you what you mean to me... You are not a flower, whose
Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow. ....A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
As puss comes out of a wound My anxieties came out of me Such was the effect of your embrace O child of resonance ! As tears come out of dry eyes As breath flows In an attack of asthma As a blister bursts on the skin Of a child An ah came out of