She is a rare rose. One which blooms in the night. She hides from the world. She is tender and sensitive. You can only see her from afar. Don't try to go near her. She may disappear forever from this world.
Education is not the acquisition of degrees. It is the broadening of one's mind. It is the process of undertaking and imparting true knowledge. It is the awakening of one's consciousness towards the Universe withing us and the Universe around us.
And I could read you far easily than I could the books in the library.
And the birds sang their songs of love. And the flowers serenaded with their sublime fragrances. And the whole world fell in love in spring!
When the tender breeze brought me your fragrance I felt alive!
Words are not enough to express my feelings for you. But all I can tell you is that a part of me dies each time you go faraway from me.