What is love? Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And me, I call it You.
My love to u which is now OUR love is n should be seen as a sunflower during the spring season which will keep on blossoming even if winter approaches, it keeps on blossoming. Believe me, you are the fresh queen of my heart
Whn ol d wishes in ur heart,ol d dreams uv evr had & ol d things uv always hoped 4 soar in2 the sky & r reflectd in some` elses eyes; den uv found ur destiny
