The papers say we're married, but it's the heart that writes the love story.

The humankind is far from being human, and much further kind.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

No tear, is a wasted tear, if it spills out for love, whether in good times or bad.