Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
Love not one, Love not two Love the one who loves u true, Love not three, Love not four Love the one who loves u more, Love not five, Love not six Love the one who really sticks, Love not seven, Love not eight Love the one who really waits
i dont want 2 live anoder day if u're no longer der, 4 in dis lyf only u can inspyr me 2 c d nxt sunrys, only u can motiv8 me 2 apprec8 d colors of lyf dat no one else can.
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
