My Heart Comments

The waves of emotion sometimes deep and svelte, did drench it with fire without least mercy. Life is death in disguise to hush up the wish, Not to move with flow downward and wanton, but to make an upward move to meet the last

This heart is a derelict ring with no one, In and out to take care with the water.

This heart is a desert and dry with Whetted knife, When repeated cremation with pain poignant, Seal it again and again the fire of love

This heart is a desert and dry with Whetted knife, When repeated cremation with pain poignant, Seal it again and again the fire of love. This heart is a derelict ring with no one

This heart is a desert and dry with Whetted knife, When repeated cremation with pain poignant, Seal it again and again the fire of love