Saturday, November 24, 2012

Memoirs of A Lover

Heart weeps
Soul reaps


Youngsters or adults
It is the only thing that makes us humans


Of all the endless times
One cannot think clear as it seems

How could any flees
From what makes us unique's

L.O.V.E.
Sword-like with two edges

One heals
The other peels

Handle with care
Or else you get up as a frail