The tears that fell on my pillow were soft.
Category: Love
Is there love in Lisbon?
The love for a city is perhaps something a bit unknown.
Love in a message bottle
I felt something for you, is all there is left for me to say.
Does love remain after death?
The world is really not fair, what else can I say.
Is beauty a love standard?
I couldn’t tell if that was an answer that he was looking for or something that fullfilled his being.
I believe this isn’t love
Whatever the answer is to these questions.
A social message of love
“No”, I said.
I love you, unconditionally too
It is about knowing we are unconditionally loved.
Cheating as a form of love
I think I came to a point of no return, where I left the way I did.
A deep felt love
A deeper life purpose that is revealing.