Why Do You Hurt Me?

Suddenly she cried and with her loving, lovely eyes looking up at me, her eyes so sadly said: “Why do you hurt me?” as I tripped on her feet.

I then cuddle, fondle her to make up for my wrong and she kissed my hands, 

my dear doggy.

Whose Is This?

Everyone is of him--, her-self. It is their fundamental right.

Yet, “I’m yours” a lover says.

Her lover playfully asks:
 
“Whose nose is this?” pointing to her nose.
 
“Yours.”
 
“These cheeks?”
 
“Yours.”
 
“These lips, hands, ...?”
 
“Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours, ... I’m yours.”

Something like that I remember was in an Indonesian Film. So beautiful, so wise.

So, when a lover doesn’t love you anymore, he or she would stop giving her, himself to each other. It’s their right. They can’t talk, tease each other anymore and might leave each other.

You have no right on a woman or a mother, unless she herself gladly, happily gives herself to you.