Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.

I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.