In a way which had never been practiced before, silently, and calmly, you looked into these dried up eyes and gave me tears, once again. Have you ever seen a flooded land which has ultimately fallen a prey to drought? You gave the cracked and wrinkled heart of mine a drop to breath! Long, long
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
I call him Lord I call him God I call him beloved too They call me yogi They call me saint They call me crooked too
Some people are more important than stardom or money; so are you. You are not only a person, but my relationship with myself. You are a song that my soul sings. You are the light in which my being seeks to understand Love. You are a you who has made love myself. A thought: what