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!
While you gave her flowers, you gave me thorns. While all she did was smile, all I did is mourn. While she was so happy, I felt so blue. Because while you loved her, I was loving you.
If a lover is like a Moon then frnds r like stars. Hav u noticed that the sky can look beautiful without moon, but not without stars.: Tke care my STAR!
Wats LOVE?Those Who Dnt Knw,Cal It RESPONSIBILITY.Those Who Play,Cal It a GAME.Those Who Dnt Have It, Cal It DREAM.Those Who Undstnd,Cal It LIFE.UR MY LIFE
