Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
If I would be a tear in your eye I will roll down on your cheek and die on ur lip and if you would be a tear in my eye I will never cry by a fear of losing
Ur lovrly & cool kiss made my bofy full of freasgy breeze & its spreading fragrance. As ur angelic figure i m made now & I view uremerald eyes piping at me. WARM KISS