Luv not one, Luv not two Luv d one who luvs u true Luv not three, Luv not four Luv d one who luvs u more Luv not five, Luv not six Luv d one who really sticks Luv not seven, Luv not eight Luv d ne who really waits...
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
Why do I text you? It's my choice. It's my way of saying I remember you. Why do I remember you? It's my choice. It proves that I care. Why do I care? I don't know, it's not my choice but my heart's.
