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...

The soothing algorithm of his touch – That’s what makes her love him so much. And the machine learning of her brain, That makes few words of hers be said in vain. The cookies gathered from their babbling Fill up the computer space but only for a twinkling. It’s the chat box at the southeast of his screen, Where she pops up like a scintillating heart beam. Together their brain cells form some kind of a web With wireless transmission like flow and ebb.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships –...

Friendship. Subtle as an early-spring-breeze. A buoyant flower that does not make you sneeze. Travelling through our hearts with light luggage. Still it adds to banks of emotional knowledge.   Sometimes we do not see a friend for ten years. We finally meet and we cannot believe our ears. The ode of our bond still sings in the heart. The flame in the chest knows time to outsmart.   Other times a friend forever disappears. Moves to a distant land or the death nears. Still the friend will visit us in dreams. The sights will be more real than it seems.   Take care, Helena Smole, author...

Isn’t it amazing how human beings can be so compassionate, kind, honest and people-loving. Yet, on the other hand, we can have really selfish and evil people on this blue and green planet. Both groups belong to the same species, the Homo sapiens. It does not make sense, does it? Well, maybe it does anyway. Is it possible that there are simply two subspecies, equally well adapted? It would take a scientist to prove the hypothesis, but I as a total laywoman dare to formulate it. The good people may be as well adapted to life on Earth as the bad ones. It’s just that the way of adapting is...

Once upon a time there were two princesses, who were good friends. They were called Christina and Paula. They were married to identical twins named Chris and Paul. Each couple lived in a small castle, nothing ostentatious. There was a narrow passage between the two castles, which was a shortcut in comparison to the road connecting the two buildings. The tight path had a bench in the middle, where the two princesses met and confided in each other. Their meetings were regular, every day at one o’clock in the afternoon. When one was detained, the other one waited for a while and then returned to the...