In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Woman was made from the rib of man. She was not created from his head to top him. Nor from his feet to be stepped upon. She was made from his side to be close to him. From beneath his arm to be protected by him. Near his heart to be loved by him…