When will you see the line? Can’t we start from the top, and go through the lines hand in hand? No. We can’t. Cause one day, there will come a day, where one won’t be here in time. The love for one will not last for long. Isn’t it fun to see, how the love for one can be for long. Is death the one way out from our dear? The smell of skin, or touch of hair, will choose our love. Love is not known for all. A rose is red, it has and will bee, but the same rose, will not be red for all.