I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In

Wings Of Love Long Only To Fly Away From All Directions.

A Woman Is A Mystery To Guide A Wise And Open Man.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

Be An Empty Page, Untouched By Words.

They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create A New World With Their Eyes Of Fiery Passion.