How is a woman beautiful? She is beautiful, by not focusing on what will repel a man to be attracted to her. Her form, that is, because by not focusing so much on it, she places no shield between herself and a potential partner. Beauty…
To see past the form, means for someone to be able to see another person’s intellect. This means, that should the subconscious hold its focus for the form, then the conscious will hold its focus for the mind, in the person wishing to be seen.…
“Marriage is meant for sex, not sex is meant for marriage. Why does a man doubt his decision to propose? It might be for the reason that all his secrets, among the woman’s secrets, have already been shared, through they sex they’ve already been having.…
“Being somebody doesn’t at all mean for a hundred-and-one people to know you. Being somebody means for only one person to know you, to understand you, to trust you. To comprehend the heart, would not mean for a multitude to be in love with you.…
“Love is an emotion that does not follow the path of robotics. It is not mechanical, though is the one singular emotion full of purpose. A purpose, that involves submission before the one we are purposeful towards. As a man submits to offer the ring…
With all its romance,And endless series of entrance.Endless waves against your legs and ankles,Love seems to not leave you,For it bores into youA quivering shadow. A face, as old as timeWishes to not leave.A life, fit with wineAgainst your weathered lips.Love will entertain the harlotsAnd…
“What is normal in our world? Or, perhaps the question should be, ‘What is abnormal?’ Leading a troubled person away from a degrading direction, away from an addiction, or something similar, is simply the process of humanity in its finest showing. Would one, upon noticing…
Love is the most successful tormentor, for even those who succeed within it, are tormented to belong to it. When a relationship fails, it is humans who have failed, not love. We are attached to love, giving into the torment, because flesh is more vulnerable…
Two places to weep Of sun and moon, Scorn and solace. Like featherless birds, we shed something for nothing As just the specks that flake from skin, Brushed free from a crown of thorns, For we don’t even bleed. Our bitterness accompanies distress, Fields laced…
“To recognize our strength, is to see where we stand, that we do stand, that we are standing, upon the Earth where others have walked. For we do not walk any path alone, for the same reason as we should know that others know our…
