You have taken a piece of me. My body tastes sweet like bread and my blood tastes like wine intoxicating you by my love. If you despise me the bread turns putrid and stale and the wine turns to water.
We have passwords for everything valuable, so what is the password to your heart?
The mind can get trapped even in the tiniest gravel in your shoe.
The intimate bonding that happens between the mother and child is when she holds her…