Thy eyes hold countless stars yet to be discovered.

Tonight is the night of telling our stories. You tell three and I four.

The intoxication of fragrances casts its magic spell on me.

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

When I see you smile, I feel a volcano of lovely eruptions happening within my heart!

Poor the man who has earned millions and millions of rupees but has never tasted the meaning of true love.

You came into my life like the rain to the parched desert!

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

There was something in her eyes! Her eyes were expressive and from the first day that they met, they spoke to him a million things! He could know which night she had cried, which night she had slept peacefully and which night of hers had been spent in complete sleeplessness.