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 hide my tears when I say your Name, But the Pain in My Heart is still the same, Although I smile and seem Carefree, Theres No one who Misses you more Than Me...
isnt it sad dat whn u hav so much pain n ur heart & u want to talk, d only person who can stop u from crying is exactly the same person who made you cry?
