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.
Btwn a thou s a n d y s t r d a y s ` & a m i l l i o n 2 m o r r o w s , ` d e r s o n l y 1 2 d a y ` & i w u d n t l e t ` d s d a y p a s ` w / o s a y i n d i s 2 u . . ` i w u d n t b a s h a p i ` a s i m n o w ` i f i d d n t k n o w u .
How can u tell the rain not 2 fall wen clouds exist?How can u tell the leaves not 2 fall wen the wind exists?How can u tell me not 2 fall in love wen u exist?