Do you know a quiet evening has a nest to rest its burdensome hours after a long and stressful day?
Even when in lonesome darkness, sorrow will always bow down before the kingdom of love's greatness.
A lonely soul lost in painful grief knows quite well the beauty of the heart far exceeds the unexpected atrocities of life.
Likewise, a solitary flower will remain contented if love is the wind gently caressing its frail petals in a deserted wilderness where dead soil has no hope of returning to life.
A man in love does not need a mirror to see his reflection in his woman's eyes.
Sadly, when that mirror breaks, his dreams then shatter into a million pieces beneath the footprints of a remorseless woman.
Today, a quiet evening has become my mirror image as I sit and stare into the lonesome hours of a life filled with despair and a broken heart.