Love is like a gentle breeze, Oddly makes you neither sweat nor sneeze. Very deeply in the heart it resides, Equanimity and peace it provides.   Love turns plural into dual, Owns not though and does not duel. Veracity of affection at its core, Ever happy and not wanting for more.   Love softly brings up a child, On one hand stern on the other mild. Veil of young age once removed, Everlasting sense of losing gently soothed.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...

Throughout history from now to then, Full of gray people, yet few among them, Those who make the pale part of black and white, Those who stand tall come what might.   Their company we seek and fully enjoy, They bring back hope and new energy employ. Immortalized in fairy tales because they are few, They make us believe in good and fair all anew.   No matter what society systems we install, With decades we gradually spoil it all. Yet deep inside we all gratefully know That the handful of white will eternally glow.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance...