Under the sea, there lays a rock. In the rock, there is an envelope. In the envelope, there is a paper. On the paper, there are 3 words... 'I Miss You'
What is love? Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it You.
... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen
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
If i would know that i’m gonna die tomorrow, i’ll spend 23 hours with u and if u wonder what about the last hour in that i’ll find someone who can take care of u love you always.