Tonight is going to be the night of all nights. The most beautiful mortals have ever behold. A night where the birds sings without a moment rest. A night where you get lost in his eyes and his enchanting alluring voice, captivating. A night where the twinky stars become more visible.
I woke up this morning feeling so tired and sluggish; doubtlessly because i slept late the previous night. What contrived this morning a sad one was the barking of my neighbour’s dog, Jimmy.
Love have been given a lot of names by sons of men. It has spun the mortal mind because comprehension is out of reach and it’s application unknown. Love is the fabric of the world. The throne upon which sat the universe and the most powerful magic of all which has proved mystery to mystic gods.