not everything dat counts is counted and not evrything dat counted count.i didn’t count how many times i thought of u, but what counts is dat i did. i love u.
A bell is no bell until you ring it, a song is no song until you sing it & love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay-love isn’t love until you give it away.
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!
The very thought of You, and I forget to do the little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. I see your face in every flower Your eyes in the stars above It's just thought of you The very thought of you, my love
