Eternal spring

Rose Mary Romance

Have any of you ever seen the tombs of silent love?
How to see it, right? How can we reach the graves where some people are buried unnoticed in the depths of their hearts? Who would want to date a person who can not even spell his name correctly?
But, in front of them you become a breeze or a spring in the small garden നിങ്ങൾ You can get there when they open the door of the mind… But do not shed a single tear at the graves of memories that are suddenly dead frozen change Become a gentle breeze of fragrance !!
This is a note written sometime ago

Is there really such a thing as silent love? Yes, there is something inside me!

The desire to feel as soon as you see someone, to think that it is just a feeling or to think that it is meaningless is kept inside without anyone knowing. Looking back, two or three faces thus come to mind. In the depths of the mind, some faces as memories sleeping in graves.
I have heard some friends mock that those who are not courageous can only fall in love like that.

I feel like I have to ask, ‘What if they feel the moon of love and the pain of boredom, without hurting anyone, without hurting anyone?’ What if I ask that and sometimes their gaze sinks into me? So I skipped that question.
In silent love, in the narrowest and darkest places of the mind, I never kissed or hugged anyone or whispered anything in my ear.
But I'm wandering in the moonlight settling their smiles not melting. The same moon has traveled from daydreams to nightmares. That is what enriches all those loves.
In the open expression of love, if at least one face in it had gone black, then that smile would not have been clear in the mind? Therefore, the unspoken loves, only the everlasting springs are formed in the mind‌.

Why did you say that? Because I'm still the same. With the last day being the end of such a romance.
I met that girl too, somewhere. I do not remember where it was… !! What good is a web site if it simply "blends in" with everything else out there? Whatever it is all such relationships up to now, once upon a time, in a disappearanceIt was over. They were all hidden in the depths of the mind, as if they were missing out on a walk, somewhere, or on a journey.
But not this time, the girl is married. Those scenes before my eyes. The girl in front of me was wearing a silk sari and jewelery and a colorful garland with a more colorful and beautiful smile.
In her smile, which I loved so much, she was more cheerful than ever.

Blindfold her eyes and make sure she's not there when she closes her eyes.

Unfold