“I know that she is beautiful and I like to remind her again and again.”

A mermaid was dying at the shore, but no one dared to save her. Because no one dared to love her.

While plunging into her past hole bind yourself with hope, not rope.

Hold my hand we’ll walk, run and fly above this beautiful sky.

Her red lips were like a bow dipped in the blood of ease.

I promised to meet many, But I rang only your doorbell.

I separated someplace for each person in my heart, But she claimed to be the owner of it.

Sometimes I take a rest between her legs instead of her lap.

If I’m a photographer, then you are my perfect click.

I’ll show you the eternity of love as God shows heaven to saints.

Let me follow my dream. Let me follow my queen.

I recovered from illness but couldn’t recover from her memories.

I can cheat my heart, soul, and mind. If you become my life.

If you can’t be the reason for someone’s joy, be the part of his joy.

Keep growing in love, it’s a never-ending process.

Serve me wildly and I will love you gently. It will make you nymph and I’ll be beast.

When she loved, I got healing.

Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

All I have going is my looks. When my beauty goes, I’m through.

As far as beauty is concerned, in order to be confident we must accept that the way we look and feel is our own responsibility.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!

You’re an artist. Beauty grows in you.

Because one thing God gave us- and I’m afraid it’s at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.