with the melody of modesty, harmony of heaven, rythm of romance, texture of thrill, pitch of perfection, tempo of trust, she was the best song, ever written.....
people say, the person you sketch, is the person you love, if that is the parameter to measure love, let oceans be my ink, and skies be my pages, they will not be enough, but all they say is true, then sit next to me, and let me sketch you
The light escaped barely through the cold morning. I found you broken—and I was too, You healed me more than I could heal you, I wiped the tear rolling down your cheek, Your last word escaped the brim of your lips So weak, so fragile; And our love grew boundless.