A bird prposed white rose.Ros said wen i'turn red,i'll luv u.D bird cuts his body n poured blood on roseNw rose luvs d bird,bt bird's no more.THAT LOVE
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Mobiles are irritating………………. Rings every now and then…………. Recharge the battery……. Message get delayed………………but one thing I love about it is…… it connects me and u
Let d world stop turning, Let d sun stop burning, Let dem tell me love"s not worth going through. If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, The only dream dat mattered had come true, In dis life I was loved by U......"
