There’s a warmth in my heart It haunts me when you’re gone Mend me to your side and never let go Say Time knows nothing, we’ll never grow cold The more I live The more I know Whats simple is true I love you
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.
a boy ws aBout 2 leave, bt b4 he did, he gave his Girl a dozen roses. 11 r real & 1 s artificial & he told d Girl,"dnt cry, i wil love u until d last 1 dies.."
