Tshewang's Hingtam

Love is the hardest subject if one can study It can be a simple lesson if we listen to words If one do a research it will be the longest chapter If not, if one fall on it, it will be a pain, The pain. The blood, The tears and the war zone. As known- Love have a order, it have a sympathy and a rude. Order, The likes and dislikes, it have accordingly And the brightness of sympathy wouldn't be as long Till the end of relationship by the death and fire and Divorce and the law-everything have a potential Potential to change by even a small word of mistake when one analyse on it, it is hard to find-get-and see And a simple to know with the practical one goes, One day love, a day care, a day dates and another sex. After and faith up, then the war, and as goes the pain. For all, if knows love is a formula for happiness That gives you a peace, but not for all as for blindly When love builds way one must pillar with compassion. In both happiness will be certain

The perfection of human life is to live, Then should the live to be peace and happy of course the way of love should be plain And plain must be understood and studied well. Thousand fall in love but not with the destiny to run And lead the love to the ends of love in family, But ends with the lost of virginity and its taste organs. Millions dead were by love and countless of fights, So how could the love make human live peace? Should i go wrong to you, but i am right aye- By saying love is a highway to the hell we make: Love is a root to the fruit of egoism, greed and self, And a seed of the root of fighting, killing and bloods. Better than love one is the best- the best from bests. And my philosophy just on the compassion. The mercy of pain and joy for the brief- Of sure the way of millions of greatness had gone, Truly had been in love but understood the core meaning, Of love is to give the feeling of sympathy to the opposite, Pillar the way of courage in the oppos

When did the history of love begin? Does it after the money evolution? Or can i believe after the wealth rise? May be i can say for the power: But the real meaning is aye secret, Unknown to the lover who fallen in love. Thousand years the history may go back; will never find the accord of love starts, And so, nobody wanted to focus on it. Neither to take as an subject. we are careless. Without the background we tend to participate, Certainly love has: have on wealth.our era- if failure: say on money, our love in beam, Modern, now everything went so advance From the heart we grow to live by the new And the poor love may die in the power of: Misunderstanding, divorce and great lost. contemporary, the real i know of love is lost, The power of love to help and understand,. Its nature of care and sympathy by emotion And its respect of own sovereignty and rights So will i teach through the contain of lossage.