[tabby title="Poem"] As no weapon formed against me shall prosperLove is a weapon formed for me to prosperWhen sorrow knocks me in its flairsLove strikes and bid me to rise in its flares Love gives dogmas that I can't be...

[tabby title="Poem"] A simple, well-disposed girl from Hewe to the worldEsteemed with a step of faith from a stony fieldTurned into a success, And proved the yields of commitment to the world While the expedition seemed so longShe held on...