The fig tree puts forth its
figs.
and the vines are in
blossom;
they give forth frag fragrance.
Arise ,my love , my fair one,
and come away.
O my dove , in the clefts of
the rock.
in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet ,
and your face is lovely.
Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards-
for our vineyards are in blossom".

My beloved is mine and I am
his;
he pastures his flock
among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn my beloved,be like a
gazelle.
or a young stag on the cleft
mountains."

We  do not care for other ,
because they are others,

We  admire ,love & care very much,
because they are our loved one's.

We are self minded self protect, and over protected,
because  we have our family ,relatives and friends
We are all attach with emotion's, feelings and anger
We cannot smell or touch  other's sorrow and sadness,
because we are happy person,
we do not care for others.

Her eyes. My God her eyes,
    

      I had never seen the fires of love until I looked into her
      eyes.
    

      Beauty could not describe the presence of her stare as her
      smile tore through the every fiber that created my heart,
    

      The words she spoke destroyed the walls that were built from
      steel, enveloping the cold, dead soul that she had awoken
      inside of me!
    

      And her kiss, as if the angels of heaven pressed their soft,
      delicate lips apon my own. 
    

      How did I become so lucky to have such a blessing put apon
      myself? Only the gods could have thought of such a beautiful
      woman to come before my eyes.
    

      And such a sight she was, her beauty was beyond that of words
      described. It was not lust that caught my breath and purified
      it, it was love that had struck me on this day.
    

      But, alas, she became the one. Not the one that was mine
      forever, no. She was the one that got away.
    

      I fell for lust, instead I fell for lust!! The devil himself had sent the soulless vessel to entrance me into her own deceitful arm, and thus I let my angel go, my God... I let her go..
And now I sit, wishing I had not let the darkness consume me and tear me from the wings of beauty. My angel, my sweet, dearest angel.
The demon is now gone, and she took my soul with her, and once more, the steel walls have risen, but I know, just a whisper from my angel, will make them fall...again.