The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And A Romantic Heart Are In The Same Body.

And All The Countries Seemed The Same, That I Don't See Myself There, And I Don't See Myself Here.

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love

Never Believe A Man Can Change A Woman Those Men Are Pretenders Who Think That They Created Women From One Of Their Ribs