The epitome beauty of the days when men were boys and boys were baby and baby were just blood forming in the womb, when love is in disguise form only those who stand up against it must be prepared for it, to love is gain and to stay alone is pain, not now when love is pain and to stay alone is gain, when men understand what it take to love, knowing fully well love is a beautiful thing if handle well but when discard it turn to wide beast in the forest,

The days when boys do all night assignments in search of inquisitive words in the dictionary looking for words to use as expression to those their heart hunger and thirst for, when love is not expressed from the rhythm of your tongues but the sweet hand writing and well cultivated words in the book.

when love have a purpose, through love we overcame trials in life, we work side by side, holding hands, healing wounds of each other, teaching each other new things, being strength and courage to each other, being able to defeat each other fear, when...