Gone are those vigor and guts Gone are those teachers brave and bold

The poem shows the pain of seeing a lover with someone else.

Another day of despair awaits me. I wish I could hold on but I fail,

Death only seems Terrifying and filled with despair When someone you love becomes a dream And disappears int...

The curves in her waist reflect her not so perfect self. Yet without diffidence, She dances around, fulfilling her...

In the case of loyalty, We dogs are the first...