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 begning of love is to let those wo love be perfectly them selves and not to twist them to fit our own image otherwise we only love the reflections of ourselves we find and them.
Love the phoenix cannot be trapped nor in heaven or earth can it be named;no one has yet discovered its address:its desert holds not a single footprint
Alone….. I’d be your shadow. Afraid….. Stay behind me.. Wanna cry…. Here is my shoulder… Need a hug…. I’d embrace you tight and say………….. What ever happens you have me!!
