What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.
Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”
Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.