All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever....they who inspire it are most fortunate, as I am now, but those who feel it most are happier still.
If I would be a tear in your eye I will roll down on your cheek and die on ur lip and if you would be a tear in my eye I will never cry by a fear of losing
EvryTime Wen a Msg Comes, I Open just Thinkin its U... Wen Its Not U I Wont get disappointed.. Still I Enjoy Dat Moment which Made me 2 thinK of "U"...
