Rare is the soul who holds my heart. It’s difficult to find again that space. Love at It’s best and eyes are somewhat holding me back all tight.
Rare is the heart which can be felt. Everything is there but meaningless when one is not there. It’s your presence in me which will b always there no matter what else changes me.
Rare is the feelings which makes us happy. A good felt feelings and emotions always rest in heart as a pearl in the seabed.
After you everything is just a drama .