The wound is the place where the light enters you. ♥
Is it true that our destiny Is to turn into Light Itself?"
"Love made lovers create such magic, Hearts provide the joyful house, Songs and words come each day, Within hearts and eyes that smile :) But winds come bitter with time, And apart the lovers seek new roads, Unconditional poems of love given, Were selfishly obtained and marred January greedily stole lover’s soul, Sweet songs turned bitter in taste, Poems must not cry for songs of sorrow, For endings come with a better tomorrow..."