The shape of my heart. The shape of love. The color of my heart. The color of love
The heart filled with sorrows. encountered in the path of love. Making one retreat. For retreat is no cowardice but bravery.
Money has no place where true love exists. When love envelopes you. It adds color to your world. And everything around you. Love adds color to one's life.
Fight to secure your love. But as you fight. Know that a true warrior does not only fight without fear. But fears to loose what he is fighting for.
Poem written by flames when the whirl of love comes by and wind blows up all secrets of his mind laying open the future.
When wind whirls around. Blowing the opposite so true. Laying open the future. With your true love.