O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

The Sky Will Bow Down To Your Beauty, If You Do.

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Snake's Poison Is Life To The Snake; It Is In Relation To Man That It Means "death.

Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And Let Joy Have More Space.