Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

What a bliss it is to be in arm so warms, But more blissful is in a arm that never forsakes, Even when storm's of life's hits hard at you, And you still find solaces and a place to laid. What a joy it is to have found the reason to smiles, But more exceeding is the joy when you are reason, Of the thousand splendid smiles on someone faces. And you smiles back over again seeing those smiles. What a delight sitting right next to the one we Loves, But more delightful in knowing that you are someone closet, Though you are thousand and hundreds of miles apart.. And distance don't determine the closeness the two have.. What a feeling stealing a looks on face of someone you loves, But more thrilling when that person is already staring at you, And you both smiles back at each other with brightest smiles, Reminiscing over the coincidence you both have.. That's blissful,joyful,delighting and thrilling Love, Yet when someones loves you wholeheartedly, Without f