Why do I text you? It's my choice. It's my way of saying I remember you. Why do I remember you? It's my choice. It proves that I care. Why do I care? I don't know, it's not my choice but my heart's.
A sparrow was in love with a White rose.. One fine day this sparrow proposed the white rose.. The white rose told if she turns red, s she'll love Him. Sparrow torn His body and slowly spreads his blood on the white rose and it turns red and fell in love but now the sparrow is no more..This is love…
i knw nothin lsts 4ever..& mybe we wnt 2 alwys sty 2gdr,But evry smile & tear we share, cnvincs me dat memries of u & me wil lst 4 d rest of my life..Byond 4evr.
love is feeling, can you feel it? love is truth, can you face it? love is mystery, can you try to open it? love is gorgeous, have you seen it? love is belief, believe me.....
You greeted me hi, I didn"t reply. You gave me a sweet smile, I responded with a sigh. You showed me your love, you received a shrug. But when you bid goodbye I began to cry."
my hart s made 2 luv u, my lips are made 2 kis u, my eyes r made 2 c u, my hands r made 2 hold u .....evry part of me wants u, maybe bcoz i was made just 4 u!!
I"m lured into ur alluring presence like a helpless insect caught by a malicious spider in an inescapable web, wanting 2b satisfied, unable2resist, not in a position2desist captivating ferocious appetite."