I often have a doubt whether I do love or regard anybody or is it only an image that I have superimpose on them. The amount of love and affe...

The last love My end lover, All your ardor All your passion Means nothing to me, You hold me close, In moments of tenderness Your lips seek ...

Often wonder who was with me all through; And I find only you , Walking hand in hand From the first day that the sun smiled on us; To the du...

Born out of sorrow you are not an undercurrent of pain deep down. I found you in the buds ; In the morning glory glistening under the sun; I...