When love turns sour,hearts peck “sweetly”at each other….Woe to the heart,that has no shieldand helmet.
Souring




When love turns sour,hearts peck “sweetly”at each other….Woe to the heart,that has no shieldand helmet.
When you knock, you expect someone to open a door. And quietly and openly you step inside. The architect of this world: Love, when it joins hearts.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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