23 days agoI think now every morning the sun rises to greet you and show your beauty. Every morning, the birds that gather in the poplar trees in the garden sing your name in unison, with a tune. The morning breeze caresses with your scent, to persuade the rosebuds to open. Wildflowers open their colorful bosom by emulating your beauty. Even fruits sweeten to give you pleasure. Rain, inspired by his eyes, scatter pearls around. Alive or inanimate, all beings in this world is in a fierce race to make the world look beautiful to you and make you happy. As I am a lonely lover, watching this exciting race in the world with amazement and trying to express it with love.
