He never imagined love would blossom like this.

A poem dedicated to all of those truly in love.

A poem about jewelry.

Life is what it is and not roses all the time as we all know.And not everyone was meant to stay in our lives forever. Using something of beauty to mask
all to common situation.

Four rings on my hands, my wedding ring, anniversary ring, birthstone and another special gift from my husband.

Red roses are beautiful and given in love is hard to describe. But when they aren’t, they don’t mean as much it seems.I used roses to say what I had to since it was easier to write.

A ring holds memories of family lore and unanswered questions.

‘Real love will stick together ever and forever.

Since its inception in Greece, democracy has come a long way. As we witness unstable regimes that disappear, as quickly as they appear on the horizon of world politics, we are thrilled to witness our democracy remain unchallenged, in spite of surges of disagreements that, in fact, help reassure its continuity, for the reason that it is based on freedom of expression and never under any kind of political duress.

Sometimes you have to let go of who you love to start over. Giving room for a new start and a new set of fresh memories.