She is a sea enclosed by shells, That one would consistently need To hold close and tune in to the tranquility. As the waves conflict and settle by the shore,
She strolls exquisitely as the delicate breeze Brushes through her hair. The astounded eyes gaze in complete amazement. She is the temporary peace before a violent upheaval; or maybe
She is the tempest, untamed and wild. What's more, In the midst of all the savagery, She is that delicate drop of downpour That mitigates the brain, the spirit. Maybe,
She is the confirmation of furiously striking. She is daylight, Grasping in a delicate delicacy Of morning newness, the explanation For the grin that Warms the hearts Furthermore, keeps going an unfathomable length of time.
She is harmony, In the acts of despairing A solace to the fomented mind, A comfort to the exhausted eyes A misconstrued dream, Yet, a positive reality.
She is excellence, In contrast to the composition on a canvas, or The dusk in the sea, that One sits and acknowledges the openness, however A magnum opus that not just rouses to be better, Likewise should be loved for a lifetime. Indeed,
When a boy falls in love with you Trust me he is really into you His world gone change... He stop every bad or good habbit For you... You cannot imagine how much he Love you... And if you broke him by any mistakes You've done you need to accept that Because further what happens your Going to responsible for it Boys are not bad but..., A bad relationship makes him bad.