♫•✿•Rhythmic•.Grace•✿•♫

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple                

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.                  

We do not get a human life Just for the asking. Birth in a human body Is the reward for good deeds In former births.