Her

Her love is like the flamboyant sunlight that breaks the dawn's embrace.

As the first drop of rain on summer days, Her love revitalizes and rejuvenates to bring new life to all it meddles with.

Her laughter is like a sweet, melodious music, a symphony of joy and euphoria. Her bliss is contagious; it wipes away all wailing and sorrows.

Her touch, imbued with benevolence, melts even the coldest hearts.

Her presence is like an infectious energy, which calls forth strength that I unknowingly possessed.

Her thought trapped me in the labyrinth of illusion, a never-ending maze where my heart is weary with anguish...