Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.
When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty
You must ask for what you really want.
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.
Speak with the language of love.