And The Writing Is Still : To

It's Painful To Listen To The Barking Of Dogs.

Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things You Were Addicted To, And Leave Someone, And Cancel A Dream, And Finally, Accept A Reality.

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

The Most Dangerous Heart Disease: Strong Memory

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love