It's truly mind boggling to know that my most perfect woman for which my heart desires, is a promiscuous angel lost in our sinful society.

Lust is a scud missile to the heart as it craves for Love.

For the people of earth who live in lust also bares their sins and repercussions.

No roads can measure nor distort the willingness and desire to be with their loved one.

I find that love is sometimes like stock. You contribute and contribute and build some confidence in hope that you will get a greater result in return or at least equal to. But when the stock crashes you find that you lose more than what you contribute. You lose your dignity, hope , dreams and a feeling of being defeated. Your confidence for another stock is bruised but in mind needed, in hope to regain what was already lost! Then the cycle continues, and you are back to where you started.

When you fall asleep and dream of love, it becomes your morning glory as if you spent a night in heaven with a beautiful angel.