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.
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.
I hate when u smile at me because u make me crazy about u. I hate when u talk to me because u make me run out of words. I hate u when I see u because u make me love u more.
