As per the king’s orders, the wooden chest was thrown into the water. It began to drift away with the currents of the water.

My heart began to give me signals which could be called the indications of the emotions which lead to love.

Cupid shot his arrow and, if I may call it, I fell in love with a girl, a classmate, an extremely beautiful creature, about two inches shorter than my frame of six feet.

Everything has its own time. Even in LOVE there is a right time. Who tells when time is right? Who can foresee where love would lead us? Love is complicated that knowing and understanding it would take away the mystery…

A poem I made about years ago. When I still blinded by love… a crazy love that I don’t tend to keep but have to admit that I’ve learned from it… I remembered this because of something I read.

The simple tips when women in love.

Things about elegant way to say I love you for your girl.

The little prince with an intimate twist.

This is a story that I wrote when I was about nineteen.

What is in a name?