I like the man through the eyes of the clouds, rain, stars mostly the sun I like the smile through the days of the hopeless, tired, weary but mostly pleasant mornings on the porch I like how the smoke from cigars and kisses intermingle with the morning mist mostly how they make love to the chirp of birds and in the dew of roses I like the man who worries not of silly things. He...
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he...– Emily Brontë
Love is not an emotion. It is your very existence.– Sri Sri Ravi Shankar