Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!
Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.