It seems as if

When My daughter & I, Walk In footsteps matched In the quiet of the evening sun   It seems as if, The curtain of reason Shall in eternal drape, Fold together Moments precious, magic So like the fragile string Holding together A million colourful beads Of wonder memories Of a priceless diamond necklace   It

The image of love !

When there is no conflict in love , it being impersonal , would you call it by another name ? When does conflict arise in love ? That’s a dreadful question isn’t it ? its a dreadful statement there is conflict in love ! All our human relationships are a conflict , with the wife