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
When you hold someone, hold them like it's the last time you will ever see them and when they go, don't make reasons for them to stay... only reasons for them to return.
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.