I sat down to write a romantic poem confessing I love you. However, I guess I’m not in a romantic mood today, as I couldn’t find anything romantic to say. The words it seems have left my head, which only leaves me one thing to do, and that is to go to bed.
"Love is not a thing to understand. Love is not a thing to feel. Love is not a thing to give and receive. Love is a thing only to become And eternally be. ."
- Sri Chinmoy -
Where are the soldiers?
Where are the soldiers so far, far away? How many will perish no one can say. Where are the soldiers we love night and day? Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.