Is it love? while greeting the morning sun no...
Is it love ? while scorching afternoon no longer...
There are many poems about love
There are many bundles of tales about love...
Soaring through the sky never touching ground
Ever blissfull flying over all that is unsure...
If I could take back one less tear
That fell from my eyes over the years...
We only get
So many sunrises...
Love is a doom of hate
to doom love is to hate love...
Everything starts with a feeling
Growing inside a passionate heart...
How can I tell you
What's been on my mind...
Motion our escape,motion our love
escape is a reality of a motion...
Your voice is a beautiful song
I want to repeat over and over...
There should be at least One or Two unsaid...
Two or Three people who dared to separate two...
What will you do if I tell you..
that i want to whisper in your ear...