Love has turned to be a sad tragedy of my life even we both are alive
Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes!
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire