In your arms I come alive... In your arms I drink nectar of life... In your arms I partake love... In your arms I truly live... In your arms I will truly die...

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

Love: so many people read about it in books and research on it in libraries yet so few discover the real feeling of it!

I am privileged to have your illuminating presence in my life that adds etherealness to my existence!

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!