Like finest bread, we learn its pleasant taste not when we chew or swallow, but later, when no crumbs are left.
A father can build mountains with the love for a child but those mountain will shine a life of diamonds only if father also loves the mother of his child.
We will never fail twice over the same spot so let's try consider a fail, one forwards step.
As food cooked without a pinch of love Most sure is to have no taste A life lived without the taste of love Might prove to be a daunting waste.