I am full of an endless dreams of lessons from God. In man, I am rare and lovable. Ever dream of a man with no flowers? Pure heart as a child, beautiful like a gavis. I adore myself. Inside, I feel blessed out. I am a reflection of my mother or father who are known for good or bad deals. And I'm stuck to make a choice. How am I supposed to know which is best? This is just the fifth phase of my life