°° The Art Of Love °° Aphrodite's mirror would cease on thy glance, if only love could be described in words by a chance. Thou bodies may fade but not the souls, me & thee stand like opposite poles. Pledge to live & die together, is but a myth, for my every breathe is in you, the love's Smith. Thy reflection is as bright as the sunshine, if only this nova could reside in the heart of thine. ( caption) °° The Art Of Love °° Aphrodite's mirror would cease on thy glance, if only love could be described in words by a chance. Thou bodies may fade but not the souls, me & thee stand like opposite poles.
