Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and meor only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your hairand wore it around my necklike a necklace? That I kiss your handsmore than I kiss your lips? Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe's ocean of loveand that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?

Strong enough to make holes in the rock are tiny drops of water that persist to fall. Persistence is the attitude that breaks down mountains one rock at a time!

It is naive to think that success will drop into our lives like manna from heaven