Kinda old, I didn’t want to post it until I knew where this was going. Nothing became of it.

My third text conversation I put up. No names, just initials.

One life to change others.

What is Love? That is a trillion dollar question in this materialistic and modern world of mortification of real Love? So goes the agony and ecstasy of any poet who still lives in the fools paradise of Love! Ultimately, such a poet is rewarded with ridicule and heckling! Of course, the poet deserves it, isn’t he?

Jealousy.

So, you want to tell her she’s special, but you don’t want to go overboard. Try out these sweet text messages, that speak for themselves.

I know I am jealous, but this guy pushes it.

A wife finds a way to catch her husband’s eye by the strategic placement of a gem.

My Muse is somewhere around,
Frolicking with the wind;
She never waits for me;
She’s as haughty as can be ..

Poem about losing a loved one.