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“Your beauty makes me confused.. Whenever I look at you, I lose myself. I look into your deep eyes and I feel the depth of the ocean, but I love to drown there. When I look at your soft moist lips I feel these are the most beautiful rose Patel When I look at your naughty smile, it looks like a blossoming flower. When I look at the shape of your body, I feel every curve is a masterpiece. I'm confused. What seduces me, what kills me more, is your pretty smile, your deep eyes, your moist lips or your sexy figure. Your beauty makes me confused.. the fire of your beautiful figure is greater or the kindness of your pure soul. But the conclusion is I'm in love with what you have everything all”

“I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to rest. For her bed I write a stillness over all the swans of the world. With the morning breath of the snow leopard I cover her against any hurt. Using the pen of rivers and mountaintops I store her pillow with singing. Upon her hair I write the looking of the heavens at early morning. -- Away from this kingdom, from this last undefiled place, I would keep our governments, our civilization, and all other spirit-forsaken and corrupt institutions. O cold beautiful blossoms of the moon moving upon her shoulders . . . the lips of the moon moving there . . . where the touch of any other lips would be a profanation.”

“There Are Not Many Kingdoms Left I write the lips of the moon upon her shoulders. In a temple of silvery farawayness I guard her to rest. For her bed I write a stillness over all the swans of the world. With the morning breath of the snow leopard I cover her against any hurt. Using the pen of rivers and mountaintops I store her pillow with singing. Upon her hair I write the looking of the heavens at early morning. — Away from this kingdom, from this last undefiled place, I would keep our governments, our civilization, and all other spirit-forsaken and corrupt institutions. O cold beautiful blossoms of the moon moving upon her shoulders . . . the lips of the moon moving there . . . where the touch of any other lips would be a profanation.”

“New year arrived with much too excitement to last. I was wrapped in all the celebrations quite fast, but unknowingly I delayed many of my tasks. I know it is a novel annum and it should have prompted me to be right on the track. I don't regret, I don't apologise, I try not to be sad. Make the best of the moment right now, let us make things happen and simply start!!”