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.
Smtimes wrds r nt comfortable to express our feelings.But our true lovable ones understand our feelings without any words.Tat s d language of d hearts.
i was walkin alone wishin dat i cud reach`d end of d road`bt when you`walkd with me`i wishd d road`wud nvr end`coz id rather b lost w/ u`than reach d end w/o u