Why do you shield your eyes away from me,
my love?
Weren't these the eyes which used to look into my heart,
so deep ?
Why is your smile like the fading colour of a dying rose? Wasn't it meant to be the smile I would die to see?

I can feel the stillness in the air of spring!
Oh! no more do I feel to sing!
You are here beside me right next to me,
Yet I can feel the warmth no more ...
Your words,
no longer do they sound deadning sweet!
The sweetness I used to crave for intake...
I can feel the drifting hearts of ours ...
But the pain I feel no more!

Is this "the forbidden thing",
which you said would never invade
into our lives so calm?
Well, now it is of no use to argue on a case,
already lost!
It is, my love, as good as hope, hope against hope.
Oh! yes I do feel the winds, ever so light,
greeting me with delight...
I do feel the warm sun beaming down on my face,
I do feel the birds playing,
chirping in their puzzling yet adorable ways,
My love, I do feel everything, alright...
But with all these wonderful things I do also feel our hearts, which now...are miles apart
Your words,
no longer do they sound deadning sweet!
The sweetness I used to crave for intake...
I can feel the drifting hearts of ours ...
But the pain I feel no more!

Art is the door to a man's soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; nor could the world see the man within.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) / it's always ourselves we find in the sea

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

Each flower is a soul opening out to nature !

Lol...No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as a dog does !