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!
Love the phoenix cannot be trapped nor in heaven or earth can it be named;no one has yet discovered its address:its desert holds not a single footprint
The very thought of You, and I forget to do the little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. I see your face in every flower Your eyes in the stars above It's just thought of you The very thought of you, my love
