My love for you is like water, falling countless… the beating of my heart, for you is so heavy and soundless, the feeling of being in your arm is so precious and endless.
You must be a good runner because you are always running in my mind, you must be a good thief because you have stolen my heart, and i am always a bad shooter because I Miss You Always…
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.
