Pluck the strings of my heart. Strum on my skin like a guitar. Play me like the skillful musician you are.
Raindrops falling from a clear sky Like Sad tears from a bright smile.
She was tired of searching. Determined to create that for which she hoped, She contrived a plan. For love she risked all. But as force-ripen fruit pales to the authentic, Each love proved a farce. Artificial