Love not one, Love not two Love the one who loves u true, Love not three, Love not four Love the one who loves u more, Love not five, Love not six Love the one who really sticks, Love not seven, Love not eight Love the one who really waits
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
I love your eyes and the way it looks at me makes me go so craze at you. the silent language spoken by your eyes makes my life more romantic. i want to get myself lost in your smiling eyes.