If love witholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without wings, how will I be awake & aware if the light of the Beloved is absent?
I asked you if you liked me, you said no. I asked you if I was pretty, you said no. I asked you if i was in your heart, you said no. I asked you if you would cry if I walked away, you said no. So I walked away, you grabbed my arm and said, I don't like you, I love you. You're not pretty, you're beautiful. You're not in my heart, you are my heart. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die because I love you.
Life and Love, what else is there?
Writing and graphiks... and a dream of a loyal mate-someday!