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 dont have 2 speak loud`juz 2 say wat i want 2 tel u,`a soft whisper of ``"i miss U"``is enough``coz its not my mouth`dat really speaks...```it's my HeaRT!
We're not even close`yet i miss u.`we hardly talk`but i hear u.`i dnt knw`a thing about u`yet i care for u.`im missing sumthin`in my life &```its you..
When it hurts to look back and...! I am scared to look ahead...! I just look beside me and...! I know you'll be there...! because we love each other...! Far more than love itself...!!
