Thoughts run in my mind like phrase
Like a riddle without a maze
Every man made of this soil
Goes through the cycle toil.

Ch#
Sweetest of all are the three words,
Which I may have never said
And I may not ever say

Morality is a man's nature
It's depend on the nature
With ever minutes ticking by
Bring closer to an end and the soul to fly

But if I have, I'll Preserve it
If I have not, I'll wait for a change.
THE SWEETEST WORD "I LOVE YOU"