To, sow love, is to reap pain.

To, germinate love, is to harvest the underneath growing strain....

No, matter, how deep it is ........

But, it has it own scartch .........

leaving its footprints beyond the unsaid curst of un-described, words, full of feelings, which need healing......

A warmth of affectionat hands, along, with a pinch of caring heart, with a melting...